Level 42- Turn It On (1981)

My turn-ons include: an impeccable sense of urban style, a base of musical knowledge that rivals my own, a genuine respect for women, and a means to pay your own damn bills. Turn-offs are liars, cheaters, guys who are a little too enamored with the outdoors, and there is officially nothing less sexy than dudes that carry re-usable shopping bags to and from the grocery store.

p.s. If there is anything better in this world than Brit-funk on a rainy day off, I have yet to find it, y'all. 

Angela Bofill- Crazy For Him (1983)

I have come to the conclusion that, in order to live downtown here, you must be very, very rich, or very, very mentally ill. I just checked, and according to my last bank statements, I am certainly not of the former variety.

Sister Sledge- Thinking Of You (1984)

If the original purpose of wearing crimson lipstick was to mimic arousal and make dudes subconsciously think of having sex with you, then what the fuck does it mean when bitches paint their toenails red?