Teena Marie- Behind The Groove (1980)

I always feel like modern artists just can't seem to nail the sound of late seventies/early 80's funk, but then I remember that behind every monster groove from that era is a solid layer of cocaine and pre-HIV unprotected sex that nobody would be stupid enough to attempt nowadays.

Melba Moore- Love Me Right (1983)

In order to love me right, you must have a heart of gold, the best of intentions, and a pocket full of rollies and Rolos.

Love Club- Hot Summer Nights (1983)

Many songs will tell you that the most conducive environment for true love is a warm July evening, but not much kills the romance like sweaty palms and the backs of your legs sticking to every piece of vinyl you sit on.

James Cobbin and Prime Cut- Caught In The Middle (1984)

Sometimes, I get pretty caught up in the meat department at the grocery store, trying to decide between the pricey prime sirloins, that will most certainly be delicious, and grey-colored quick-fry "steaks" that I feel bad leaving behind.

Skyy- Show Me The Way To Go (1981)

Tonight I looked up how to make curly fries, but it was too hard, so now I'm just sitting here, wishing for some curly fries to fall from the sky into my lap.