Okay, Kenny Loggins was still riding a wave of popularity right when I hit those "into music" teenage years. I had his "Vox Humana" album on cassette and played the heck out of it until it reached that screechy stage all cassettes do, and eventually threw it out. I even had a big concert tour poster put out by Levis I acquired unexpectedly through some store promotion or other (and it was a quality poster--the glossy print was oversized and of a much heavier stock than most pop-culture wall posters of the day). I really liked the weird, discordant rocking sound of the title track, and the "gypsy woman on the road to Tennessee" lyrics still make me smile. But the video, oh goodness, the video is a revelation unto itself. It's a gloriously bizarre mix of slapdash surreality that may very well have been conceived of during a late-night kegger in which the party-goers indulged in way too much drink--among other things. Really, is there another video out there that so definitely exemplifies everything that was great as well as terrible about the 80s simultaneously? Leather pants! Break dancing! You've got to see it to believe it.