My friend Heather’s mom would drive us to the movies and we’d pop this cassette in to her Pontiac Firebird and giggle endlessly when the curse words came up and she’d roll her eyes and tolerate our nonsense.
This is one of the first times I recall a parent becoming an ally — partially for putting up with our music but also escorting us and suffering through A Nightmare on Elm Street.
It’s a solid album though. Through and through.
I picked it up after pouring over the College Album charts in the back of Rolling Stone or maybe my friend Dawn Strickmeyer played me a track (she always knew the cool stuff).
However it landed in my cassette player, I wore it out.
So different than everything else swirling around the radio at the time. Here’s the top ten singles for reference: