Just beat it

So the tragic news of the sudden (but not entirely unexpected?) death of the King of Pop made me go rummage in my stuff to find a little treasure trove: my 45 record collection. Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about. Let's have a little walk down memory lane circa 1974-1985, shall we? And please note, this is not even the entire collection, just a sampling of the "best".

Anyone who tries to deny that they didn't love Michael Jackson in 1982 is a liar:



Remember when I talked about Laura Branigan? Yep:



Jesse, I won't cut fresh flowers for you. Ditto on cold wine, clean sheets, cologne, and phone sitting:



This one was always guaranteed to put a smile on your face and a spring in your step, real uplifting. A good one to stack on top of Wildfire on your record player - you know, the happy one about the pony and girl enjoying snowflakes.



Play this one after and you are talking about a dance party:



I won't lie, I only bought this after watching the movie about a million times. Perfect soundtrack for junior high angst:



I will also not lie and tell you this is totally my karaoke song. I believe I also developed a rather intricate performance/dance/hand gesture routine to go along with it. Ain't no shame in that:



Boys in the bars thinking who is this guy? Also, the b-side to this is one of my dad's favorites (My Baby Thinks He's a Train). Classic:



And I quote: "the rain will come down, then U will have 2 choose. if U believe, look 2 the dawn and U shall never lose."



Again truth, this is no secret: I was a major major Prince fan from 1983-1987. Like I even had an old army surplus trench coat. And quite possibly longed for a puffy shirt. And maybe wrote an anonymous overwrought love note to a girl crush written entirely by quoting Prince lyrics. Anyway, like TAFKAP always said, we can funk until the dawn, holla!



And finally, Mr. A.E. Newman was not a worrier:



Duh, play the other side, dummy!