<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:41:34.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 200 Songs of the '80s</title><subtitle type='html'>This list was picked by humans and is therefore imperfect.

We hope you enjoy it anyway.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-5851373064298677255</id><published>2008-04-15T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:39:22.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1. Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Talking%20Heads%20SIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Talking%20Heads%20SIT.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speaking In Tongues &lt;/span&gt;(1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to feel at home? Talking Heads manage to answer the question by being charmingly oblique and disarmingly direct all at once. Musically, the song feels like home should: warm, relaxed and familiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-5851373064298677255?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/5851373064298677255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=5851373064298677255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5851373064298677255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5851373064298677255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/1-talking-heads-this-must-be-place.html' title='1. Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-5854351015160658061</id><published>2008-04-15T15:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:39:32.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2. Madonna - Borderline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Madonna.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: MT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way this song sounds just won't let me be. I don't want to be its prisoner, but I don't really want to be free either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-5854351015160658061?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/5854351015160658061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=5854351015160658061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5854351015160658061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5854351015160658061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/2-madonna-borderline.html' title='2. Madonna - Borderline'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-2314022961792642501</id><published>2008-04-15T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:39:43.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3. O.M.D. - If You Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Pretty%20In%20Pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 190px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Pretty%20In%20Pink.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty In Pink&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duckie and Andy at the prom, the fateful reunion with Blaine in the parking lot, "I always believed in you."  Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-2314022961792642501?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/2314022961792642501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=2314022961792642501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2314022961792642501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2314022961792642501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-omd-if-you-leave.html' title='3. O.M.D. - If You Leave'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-2418935074033317620</id><published>2008-04-15T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:39:57.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4. B-52s - Roam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/B-52s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/B-52s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cosmic Thing&lt;/span&gt; (1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s a far cry from their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock Lobster&lt;/span&gt; roots and doesn’t even feature signature hype man Fred Schneider on vocals, this is a beauty. With Debbie and Cindy harmonizing over a hand-clappy arrangement, the song could easily have been a ‘60s hit. And you'll not find a better road trippin' song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-2418935074033317620?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/2418935074033317620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=2418935074033317620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2418935074033317620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2418935074033317620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/4-b-52s-roam.html' title='4. B-52s - Roam'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-2914428594810983715</id><published>2008-04-15T15:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:40:15.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5. Dire Straits - Romeo &amp; Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Dire%20Straits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Dire%20Straits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Making Movies&lt;/span&gt; (1980)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you listen to the lyrics of this song you see a love affair play out before your eyes. The melody is all over the place, but somehow completely in synch with the story the song tells. It’s tried and true, worth singing and swaying to every time, a fact displayed by the many artists that have covered it. - SB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-2914428594810983715?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/2914428594810983715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=2914428594810983715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2914428594810983715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2914428594810983715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-dire-straits-romeo-juliet.html' title='5. Dire Straits - Romeo &amp; Juliet'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3837478633613175960</id><published>2008-04-15T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:40:39.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6. U2 - With Or Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/U2%20Joshua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 192px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/U2%20Joshua.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Joshua Tree&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it’s like to fall for someone you know is bad news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3837478633613175960?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3837478633613175960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3837478633613175960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3837478633613175960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3837478633613175960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/6-u2-with-or-without-you.html' title='6. U2 - With Or Without You'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1221473678308348606</id><published>2008-04-15T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:41:30.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7. They Might Be Giants - Don't Let's Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/TMBG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/TMBG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They Might Be Giants&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jittery nerd rock at its finest. Beside fun nonsense lyrics like “wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account” stands a surprisingly dark sentiment: “No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful / Everybody dies frustrated and sad, and that is beautiful.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1221473678308348606?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1221473678308348606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1221473678308348606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1221473678308348606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1221473678308348606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/7-they-might-be-giants-dont-lets-start.html' title='7. They Might Be Giants - Don&apos;t Let&apos;s Start'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6704433438788457523</id><published>2008-04-15T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:41:47.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8. Squeeze – Tempted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Squeeze%20East.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 191px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Squeeze%20East.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;East Side Story&lt;/span&gt; (1981)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Paul Carrack steps in on two very talented vocalists (Difford and Tilbrook) and gives Squeeze their most soulful, memorable and beloved song ever. Not quite fair, but there’s no crying in rock ‘n’ roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6704433438788457523?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6704433438788457523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6704433438788457523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6704433438788457523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6704433438788457523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/8-squeeze-tempted.html' title='8. Squeeze – Tempted'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-5556729902350293465</id><published>2008-04-15T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:41:58.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9. Prince and the Revolution - Raspberry Beret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Prince%20Around.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 192px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Prince%20Around.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around The World In A Day &lt;/span&gt;(1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dylanish story song about Prince’s first time getting it on.  I wouldn’t change a note, ‘cause, baby, it’s the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-5556729902350293465?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/5556729902350293465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=5556729902350293465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5556729902350293465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5556729902350293465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/9-prince-and-revolution-raspberry-beret.html' title='9. Prince and the Revolution - Raspberry Beret'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3185870406001029388</id><published>2008-04-15T14:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:42:09.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10. Guns 'N' Roses - Sweet Child O' Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/GNR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/GNR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appetite For Destruction &lt;/span&gt;(1987)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: SB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Axel, you old softie. We’d never hear that crazy mo-fo be more honest, open, nostalgic, romantic and vulnerable than he was on this super-ballad. And that part at the end where Slash solos for about two minutes and Axel starts moaning “Where do we go now?” helped them keep their street cred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3185870406001029388?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3185870406001029388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3185870406001029388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3185870406001029388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3185870406001029388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-guns-n-roses-sweet-child-o-mine.html' title='10. Guns &apos;N&apos; Roses - Sweet Child O&apos; Mine'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1141480108635837073</id><published>2008-04-15T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:42:22.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11. Bangles - Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Bangles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Bangles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Different Light&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend has it that Prince was so smitten with Bangles lead singer Susanna Hoffs that he gave this song to them. The Bangles' girl - group sound just happened to dovetail exactly with the Beatley style The Artist was writing in at that time and the combination was as nice as a kiss by a crystal blue Italian stream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1141480108635837073?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1141480108635837073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1141480108635837073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1141480108635837073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1141480108635837073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/11-bangles-manic-monday.html' title='11. Bangles - Manic Monday'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7870994567230501396</id><published>2008-04-15T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:42:33.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12. Elton John - I'm Still Standing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Elton.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Elton.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too Low For Zero&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s had a few comebacks in his career, but no song reintroduced Sir Reginald Dwight better than this one. It’s not just an ‘80s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/span&gt;, it’s a declaration of purpose and strength. And is there any better to say you’re rejuvenated than to claim you’re “feelin’ like a little kid”?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7870994567230501396?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7870994567230501396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7870994567230501396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7870994567230501396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7870994567230501396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/12-elton-john-im-still-standing.html' title='12. Elton John - I&apos;m Still Standing'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-4402081411809069351</id><published>2008-04-15T14:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:42:45.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13. 'Til Tuesday - (Believed You Were) Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Til%20Tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Til%20Tuesday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Everything's Different Now&lt;/span&gt; (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song that demonstrates all of Aimee Mann's considerable gifts as a songwriter as she bids adieu to a lover who couldn't quite get his shit together. Listen as she goes from thinking her lost love believed in love, to wishing it were so, to wishing it for him in the future, as she laments him and lets him go. Just as life could be, this song is %@^*ing great. - RN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-4402081411809069351?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/4402081411809069351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=4402081411809069351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4402081411809069351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4402081411809069351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/13-til-tuesday-believed-you-were-lucky.html' title='13. &apos;Til Tuesday - (Believed You Were) Lucky'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-8232824132744687231</id><published>2008-04-15T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:42:55.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14. John Lennon - Watching The Wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Lennon%20Double%20Fantasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Lennon%20Double%20Fantasy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double Fantasy&lt;/span&gt; (1980)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me smile wistfully every time I hear it. As Lennon sings about being happy now that he's "no longer riding on the merry-go-round," it's impossible to hear the words and not remember that he would be shot dead soon after singing them. Knowing that he was at peace makes it a little easier to accept Lennon's untimely death. - RN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-8232824132744687231?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/8232824132744687231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=8232824132744687231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8232824132744687231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8232824132744687231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/14-john-lennon-watching-wheels.html' title='14. John Lennon - Watching The Wheels'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3509194228372677088</id><published>2008-04-15T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:43:11.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15. Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Cyndi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Cyndi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She's So Unusual&lt;/span&gt; (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She certainly WAS unusual.  Lauper played the helium-voiced ditz on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls Just Wanna Have Fun&lt;/span&gt;, lionized mastubation in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Bop&lt;/span&gt; and and then dropped this instant-classic ballad, all on the same album!  And she sang the Pee Wee's Playhouse theme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3509194228372677088?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3509194228372677088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3509194228372677088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3509194228372677088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3509194228372677088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/15-cyndi-lauper-time-after-time.html' title='15. Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7291101563989934550</id><published>2008-04-15T14:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:43:33.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16. Bananarama - Cruel Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Bananarama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Bananarama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bananarama&lt;/span&gt; (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this is the perfect summer song (duh!), I always see Daniel LaRusso riding his bike to school on the first day, after getting his ass handed to him the night before by Johnny. And then he didn’t even make the soccer team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7291101563989934550?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7291101563989934550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7291101563989934550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7291101563989934550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7291101563989934550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/16-bananarama-cruel-summer.html' title='16. Bananarama - Cruel Summer'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3279847615597073303</id><published>2008-04-15T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:44:09.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17. Elvis Costello and the Attractions - Everyday I Write The Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Elvis%20Punch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Elvis%20Punch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punch The Clock&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the story of my life, no? - SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of people feel that way about this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3279847615597073303?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3279847615597073303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3279847615597073303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3279847615597073303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3279847615597073303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/17-elvis-costello-and-attractions.html' title='17. Elvis Costello and the Attractions - Everyday I Write The Book'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3607417805713092703</id><published>2008-04-15T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:44:21.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18. Tom Petty - Free Fallin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Tom%20Petty%20FMF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Tom%20Petty%20FMF.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full Moon Fever &lt;/span&gt;(1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly the most famous song about a good girl and a bad boy ever sung, with trippy lyrics about Jesus and America and horses and vampires. - RN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3607417805713092703?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3607417805713092703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3607417805713092703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3607417805713092703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3607417805713092703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/18-tom-petty-free-fallin.html' title='18. Tom Petty - Free Fallin&apos;'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6462410564700092850</id><published>2008-04-15T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:44:35.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19. Tears For Fears - Head Over Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Tears%20SFTBC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Tears%20SFTBC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs From The Big Chair&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: BG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Head Over Heels&lt;/span&gt; captures the feelings of a deep crush with pinpoint accuracy: Sometimes it brims with hope ("this is my four-leaf clover!") and other times it wallows in desperation ("you're just, just, just wasting time").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6462410564700092850?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6462410564700092850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6462410564700092850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6462410564700092850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6462410564700092850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/19-tears-for-fears-head-over-heels.html' title='19. Tears For Fears - Head Over Heels'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-5095309962038388141</id><published>2008-04-15T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:44:57.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20. Aretha Franklin &amp; George Michael - I Knew You Were Waiting For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Aretha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Aretha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aretha&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Michael represents well on this we - made - it - through - the - hard - times duet, even out-singing Aretha, who's no slouch herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-5095309962038388141?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/5095309962038388141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=5095309962038388141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5095309962038388141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5095309962038388141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/20-aretha-franklin-george-michael-i.html' title='20. Aretha Franklin &amp; George Michael - I Knew You Were Waiting For Me'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-4619911655309508357</id><published>2008-04-15T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:51:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21. Erasure: A Little Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Erasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Erasure.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Innocents&lt;/span&gt; (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so in love with you/ I'll be forever blue..." Of Erasure's many hits, this is the most irresistible. And the lyrics "What religion or reason/ Could drive a man to forsake his lover?" betray the never-a-secret sexual inclinations of singer Andy Bell... - RN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-4619911655309508357?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/4619911655309508357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=4619911655309508357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4619911655309508357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4619911655309508357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/21-erasure-little-respect.html' title='21. Erasure: A Little Respect'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6690053813517962499</id><published>2008-04-15T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:52:21.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22. Madness - Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Madness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madness&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tale of an urban family that sticks together was the singular American hit single for a band with quite a bit of quality work to their name. The best part of this song, hands down is the “sister’s saying in her sleep: ah-ahh-ah-ah” bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6690053813517962499?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6690053813517962499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6690053813517962499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6690053813517962499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6690053813517962499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/22-madness-our-house.html' title='22. Madness - Our House'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-4830767737832792608</id><published>2008-04-15T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:52:36.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23. Tina Turner – We Don’t Need Another Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Tina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Tina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't admit that this song is *&amp;amp;#%ing amazing, I will send you into the Thunderdome to fight Master Blaster. And bonus to Tina for including the word "Thunderdome" in the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-4830767737832792608?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/4830767737832792608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=4830767737832792608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4830767737832792608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4830767737832792608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/23-tina-turner-we-dont-need-another.html' title='23. Tina Turner – We Don’t Need Another Hero'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-866930029865672803</id><published>2008-04-15T14:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:52:59.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24. Joey Scarbury - Greatest American Hero (Believe It Or Not)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Joey%20Scarbury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Joey%20Scarbury.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America's Greatest Hero&lt;/span&gt; (1981)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: BG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed to admit I get chills when I listen to this.  Okay, maybe I'm a little ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-866930029865672803?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/866930029865672803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=866930029865672803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/866930029865672803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/866930029865672803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/24-joey-scarbury-greatest-american-hero.html' title='24. Joey Scarbury - Greatest American Hero (Believe It Or Not)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6678902901149387608</id><published>2008-04-15T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:53:14.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25. Traveling Wilburys - Handle With Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Traveling%20Wilburys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 175px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Traveling%20Wilburys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Volume One&lt;/span&gt; (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm little ditty from five men who, together, comprised the supergroup to end supergroups: Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, George Harrison, Tom Petty, and Jeff Lynne. The power of the song radiates outward from the perfect chorus: " I'm so tired of being lonely/ I still have some love to give/ Won't you show me that you really care?" A highlight of rock history. - RN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6678902901149387608?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6678902901149387608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6678902901149387608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6678902901149387608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6678902901149387608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/25-traveling-wilburys-handle-with-care.html' title='25. Traveling Wilburys - Handle With Care'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-9120437652213386874</id><published>2008-04-15T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:53:29.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26. Janet Jackson - Love Will Never Do (Without You)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Janet.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Janet.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rhythm Nation 1814 &lt;/span&gt;(1989)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: SB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why Janet had to be so negative.  Consider this title: Love Will Do (With You).  Better, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-9120437652213386874?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/9120437652213386874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=9120437652213386874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/9120437652213386874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/9120437652213386874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/26-janet-jackson-love-will-never-do.html' title='26. Janet Jackson - Love Will Never Do (Without You)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1813124325696183196</id><published>2008-04-15T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:54:04.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27. Men Without Hats - The Safety Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Men%20Without%20Hats.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Men%20Without%20Hats.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rhythm Of Youth&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: SB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a vivid memory of seeing this video at my grandparents’ house on a Saturday morning. It still evokes that nostalgic feeling. Try to find the version where they spell S-A-F-E-T-Y.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1813124325696183196?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1813124325696183196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1813124325696183196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1813124325696183196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1813124325696183196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/27-men-without-hats-safety-dance.html' title='27. Men Without Hats - The Safety Dance'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3117238375435002379</id><published>2008-04-15T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:54:23.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28. Billy Joel - The Longest Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Billy%20J.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Billy%20J.7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Innocent Man&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: BG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Innocent Man &lt;/span&gt;found Joel paying tribute to the music of his youth.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The Longest Time&lt;/span&gt; is a street-corner doo-wop song, and you never hear mention of the fact that it's a capalla! That's right; there's nothing but melody, harmony and finger-snaps. How many OTHER top 15 a capella songs can you name? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Worry Be Happy&lt;/span&gt; doesn't count).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3117238375435002379?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3117238375435002379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3117238375435002379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3117238375435002379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3117238375435002379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/28-billy-joel-longest-time.html' title='28. Billy Joel - The Longest Time'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3615081252358469484</id><published>2008-04-15T14:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:30:49.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29. Simple Minds - Don't You (Forget About Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Simple%20Minds.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Simple%20Minds.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best soundtrack songs of all time. - MT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I question the location of the parentheses, but I love the song nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3615081252358469484?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3615081252358469484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3615081252358469484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3615081252358469484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3615081252358469484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/29-simple-minds-dont-you-forget-about.html' title='29. Simple Minds - Don&apos;t You (Forget About Me)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3713754128388515735</id><published>2008-04-15T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:39:36.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30. Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVegQ3PiZI/AAAAAAAAA64/BYgUct1zyQQ/s1600-h/TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVegQ3PiZI/AAAAAAAAA64/BYgUct1zyQQ/s200/TT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189658053989861778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quick Step &amp;amp; Side Kick&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some facts to consider: 1) As of this recording there were actually 6 people in the band.  2) The group took its name from the French graphic novel series Tintin, which features two identical characters named Thompson and Thompson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3713754128388515735?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3713754128388515735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3713754128388515735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3713754128388515735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3713754128388515735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/30-thompson-twins-hold-me-now.html' title='30. Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVegQ3PiZI/AAAAAAAAA64/BYgUct1zyQQ/s72-c/TT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-2521931245685645832</id><published>2008-04-15T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:33:55.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31. Paula Abdul - Forever Your Girl (Single)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Paula%20Abdul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Paula%20Abdul.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever Your Girl&lt;/span&gt; (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's not the greatest "I'm gonna love you forever" song even performed. (That would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God Only Knows&lt;/span&gt;.) But it's sincere, it's poppy, and it's infectious. Oh, and it self-references: "Listen as I tell it to the world!" - RN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-2521931245685645832?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/2521931245685645832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=2521931245685645832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2521931245685645832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2521931245685645832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/31-paula-abdul-forever-your-girl-single.html' title='31. Paula Abdul - Forever Your Girl (Single)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-2031829174800842929</id><published>2008-04-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:36:18.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32. Peter Gabriel - In Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Peter%20Gabriel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Peter%20Gabriel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great soundtrack decision (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say Anything&lt;/span&gt;) by Cameron Crowe. I love Gabriel's voice in this song. - MT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-2031829174800842929?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/2031829174800842929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=2031829174800842929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2031829174800842929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2031829174800842929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/32-peter-gabriel-in-your-eyes.html' title='32. Peter Gabriel - In Your Eyes'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-8175403084207045368</id><published>2008-04-15T14:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:36:41.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33. Def Leppard - Photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Def%20Leppard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Def%20Leppard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pyromania&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh!  My junior and senior years of college I had a radio show at the school station and I annoyingly opened every show with Def Leppard’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photograph&lt;/span&gt;.  Given the immaculate production, multiple hooks and amazing harmonies it's hard to believe this was ever considered metal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-8175403084207045368?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/8175403084207045368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=8175403084207045368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8175403084207045368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8175403084207045368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/33-def-leppard-photograph.html' title='33. Def Leppard - Photograph'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-952956200302166130</id><published>2008-04-15T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:38:27.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34. Madonna - Papa Don't Preach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Madonna%20TB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Madonna%20TB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True Blue&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: SB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare controversial moment from the queen of '80s pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-952956200302166130?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/952956200302166130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=952956200302166130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/952956200302166130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/952956200302166130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/34-madonna-papa-dont-preach.html' title='34. Madonna - Papa Don&apos;t Preach'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6675897226674758389</id><published>2008-04-15T14:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:40:07.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35. The Alan Parsons Project - Eye In The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Alan%20Parsons%20Project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Alan%20Parsons%20Project.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye In The Sky&lt;/span&gt; (1982)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: BG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Parsons was an engineer for Pink Floyd and his own band’s sound is not far removed. Though the title of the song seems to indicate a silly sci-fi bent, the song is actually a straight-ahead indictment of a deceptive lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6675897226674758389?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6675897226674758389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6675897226674758389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6675897226674758389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6675897226674758389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/35-alan-parsons-project-eye-in-sky.html' title='35. The Alan Parsons Project - Eye In The Sky'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-2246015294959568050</id><published>2008-04-15T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:40:23.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36. Scandal - The Warrior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Scandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Scandal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Warrior&lt;/span&gt; (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty Smyth later joined Don Henley in Adult Contemporary land, but when she came out of the box she was a sassy Pat Benatar type. I usually don’t condone violence, but damn if I don’t enjoy the “bang bang” part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-2246015294959568050?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/2246015294959568050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=2246015294959568050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2246015294959568050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2246015294959568050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/36-scandal-warrior.html' title='36. Scandal - The Warrior'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-606801600232311741</id><published>2008-04-15T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:41:00.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37. Chris De Burgh - The Lady In Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Chris%20De%20Burgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Chris%20De%20Burgh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into The Light&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo gloriously cheesy. It sounds swooning and romantic, but I always wonder if his wife/girlfriend is a bit offended that he hasn’t said all of these nice things before, especially when he sings, “I hardly know this beauty by my side.” Was she homely before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-606801600232311741?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/606801600232311741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=606801600232311741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/606801600232311741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/606801600232311741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/37-chris-de-burgh-lady-in-red.html' title='37. Chris De Burgh - The Lady In Red'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1190185401118691250</id><published>2008-04-15T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:42:31.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38. Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Howard%20Jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Howard%20Jones.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream Into Action&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if any non-programmed instruments were actually used on this song? For all I know, Howard Jones is actually a robot. And are there any lyrics more optimistic than “whoa - oh - oh - oh - oh - oh - oh - oh - oh”?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1190185401118691250?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1190185401118691250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1190185401118691250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1190185401118691250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1190185401118691250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/38-howard-jones-things-can-only-get.html' title='38. Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3995247039619945922</id><published>2008-04-15T14:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:42:59.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39. R.E.M. - It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/REM%20Document.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/REM%20Document.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Document&lt;/span&gt; (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that feeling like events are inevitably proceeding toward the demise of all living beings never goes out of style. And who can resist that rapid-fire delivery of the verses alongside the plaintive-but-optimistic chorus? - RN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3995247039619945922?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3995247039619945922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3995247039619945922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3995247039619945922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3995247039619945922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/39-rem-its-end-of-world-as-we-know-it.html' title='39. R.E.M. - It&apos;s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-5889238201100637582</id><published>2008-04-15T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:43:28.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40. Lloyd Cole and the Commotions - Are You Ready To Be Heartbroken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Lloyd%20Cole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Lloyd%20Cole.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rattlesnakes&lt;/span&gt; (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jangly acoustic strum announces a very talented songwriter. This may have the best title on the list. Later on Lloyd asks, “What will it take to wipe that smile off your face?” Well, not this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-5889238201100637582?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/5889238201100637582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=5889238201100637582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5889238201100637582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5889238201100637582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/40-lloyd-cole-and-commotions-are-you.html' title='40. Lloyd Cole and the Commotions - Are You Ready To Be Heartbroken?'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-389747035278283385</id><published>2008-04-15T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:29:09.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>41. The Police - Every Breath You Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Police.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Police.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synchronicity &lt;/span&gt;(1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the lyrics are creep city. But musically this is one of those rare songs that seems like it was divinely inspired, perfect in every way. As if that weren’t enough it features the BEST. BRIDGE. EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-389747035278283385?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/389747035278283385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=389747035278283385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/389747035278283385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/389747035278283385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/41-police-every-breath-you-take.html' title='41. The Police - Every Breath You Take'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-34986869838022333</id><published>2008-04-15T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:29:29.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>42. Prince - Sign O' The Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Prince%20Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Prince%20Sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sign O' The Times&lt;/span&gt; (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 4 minutes, the man that most people associate with sex (and more sex) waxes philosophical on AIDS, gangs, the media, crack, marijuana, heroin, hurricanes, teen pregnancy, poverty and the space program. And then, apropos of nothing, he adds that he wants to have a baby and name him Nate. Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-34986869838022333?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/34986869838022333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=34986869838022333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/34986869838022333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/34986869838022333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/42-prince-sign-o-times.html' title='42. Prince - Sign O&apos; The Times'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-5953381715675461428</id><published>2008-04-15T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:29:53.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>43. Katrina and the Waves - Walkin' On Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Katrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Katrina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina and the Waves&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect opener for your Monday morning mix tape.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-5953381715675461428?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/5953381715675461428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=5953381715675461428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5953381715675461428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5953381715675461428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/43-katrina-and-waves-walkin-on-sunshine.html' title='43. Katrina and the Waves - Walkin&apos; On Sunshine'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-5424375877519107851</id><published>2008-04-15T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:30:16.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>44. Duran Duran - Hungry Like The Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Duran%20Duran%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Duran%20Duran%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rio&lt;/span&gt; (1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic and compelling. You just can’t help but sing along. Simon has such a cool voice; it can be breathy on one song and full, like a mouth coated with butterscotch, in the next. - SA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-5424375877519107851?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/5424375877519107851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=5424375877519107851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5424375877519107851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5424375877519107851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/44-duran-duran-hungry-like-wolf.html' title='44. Duran Duran - Hungry Like The Wolf'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7865033362562948318</id><published>2008-04-15T13:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:30:55.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>45. Madonna - Crazy For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Madonna%20Vision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/320/Madonna%20Vision.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vision Quest&lt;/span&gt; (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure the first time I heard this song it triggered an early stage of puberty.  The romantic feelings it conjured were undirected, but palpable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7865033362562948318?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7865033362562948318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7865033362562948318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7865033362562948318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7865033362562948318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/45-madonna-crazy-for-you.html' title='45. Madonna - Crazy For You'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3457996430207485168</id><published>2008-04-15T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:39:36.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>46. Janet Jackson - Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVc2w3PiXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/1POPK4N-sO0/s1600-h/Control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVc2w3PiXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/1POPK4N-sO0/s200/Control.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189656241513662834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Control &lt;/span&gt;(1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis added their Minneapolis funk to Janet's self-empowerment, looks and dance skills for commercial gold.  I must admit the message is diminished a bit by Janet's less-than-controlled later years (the nipple, a series of forgettable albums) but at the time, it was thrilling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3457996430207485168?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3457996430207485168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3457996430207485168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3457996430207485168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3457996430207485168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/46-janet-jackson-control.html' title='46. Janet Jackson - Control'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVc2w3PiXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/1POPK4N-sO0/s72-c/Control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-9015117239042541654</id><published>2008-04-15T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:36:24.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>47. Michael Jackson - Leave Me Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Michael%20Jackson%20Bad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Michael%20Jackson%20Bad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt; (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in his heyday Michael was feeling put upon. Each of multi-tracked vocals on the chorus is impassioned and desperate. The collage / stop-motion video (featured in the film &lt;a href="http://babyimastar.blogspot.com/2004/10/moonwalker-1988.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Moonwalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) actually showed a sense of humor, with Bubbles the chimp and the Elephant Man both making appearances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-9015117239042541654?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/9015117239042541654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=9015117239042541654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/9015117239042541654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/9015117239042541654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/47-michael-jackson-leave-me-alone.html' title='47. Michael Jackson - Leave Me Alone'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6371704548494260818</id><published>2008-04-15T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:38:52.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>48. Peter Schilling - Major Tom (Coming Home)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Peter%20Schilling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 177px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/320/Peter%20Schilling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Error In The System&lt;/span&gt; (1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have a retelling of David Bowie’s ‘60s hit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Space Oddity&lt;/span&gt;, but with a twist! In German Schilling’s version, Major Tom is actually happy to be leaving. As far as I can tell he’s an alien, and that’s the reason he has ignored ground control and broken away! He’s going home! This song also features one of the best choruses of the ‘80s: “Earth below us / Drifting, falling / Floating weightless / Coming home!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6371704548494260818?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6371704548494260818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6371704548494260818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6371704548494260818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6371704548494260818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/48-peter-schilling-major-tom-coming.html' title='48. Peter Schilling - Major Tom (Coming Home)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7365800175837852275</id><published>2008-04-15T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:39:17.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>49. Public Enemy - Bring The Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/PE%20Millions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 178px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/PE%20Millions.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Takes A Nation of Millions To Hold Us Back&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might tell you that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fight The Power&lt;/span&gt; is superior, but this one sold us their non-conformist message earlier and more effectively. Besides being a rallying cry against racism and complacency, it's also pretty funny, at one point shouting out to both Sonny Bono and Yoko Ono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7365800175837852275?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7365800175837852275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7365800175837852275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7365800175837852275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7365800175837852275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/49-public-enemy-bring-noise.html' title='49. Public Enemy - Bring The Noise'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-8055311053284244298</id><published>2008-04-15T13:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:39:44.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50. Eddy Grant - Electric Avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Eddie%20Grant%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 190px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Eddie%20Grant%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killer On The Rampage &lt;/span&gt;(1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought me the 45 of this song and I LOVED it. It’s no wonder why it appealed to my 6-year-old self. Eddy Grant looked like a Muppet, the synth part sounds like it’s being played by Jabba the Hutt’s house band and Electric Avenue seems to be the likely location of the Electric Company. Listening to it now, I’m struck by the social conscience (“dealing in multiplication and they still can’t feed everyone”) and the potential drug references (“and then we take it higher”).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-8055311053284244298?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/8055311053284244298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=8055311053284244298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8055311053284244298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8055311053284244298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/50-eddy-grant-electric-avenue.html' title='50. Eddy Grant - Electric Avenue'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-8325166097193191758</id><published>2008-04-15T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:40:10.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51. Marvin Gaye - Sexual Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Marvin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Marvin.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Midnight Love&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every soul man deserves one great final song.  Otis had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay&lt;/span&gt;, Marvin had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexual Healing&lt;/span&gt;. The slinky groove is irresistible and the randy lyrics cannot be misinterpreted: “You’re my medicine / Open up and let me in / Darling, you’re so great / I can’t wait for you to operate."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-8325166097193191758?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/8325166097193191758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=8325166097193191758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8325166097193191758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8325166097193191758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/51-marvin-gaye-sexual-healing.html' title='51. Marvin Gaye - Sexual Healing'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1845077187713538561</id><published>2008-04-15T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:40:29.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>52. Bob Dylan - Most Of The Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Bob%20D.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Bob%20D.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh Mercy&lt;/span&gt; (1989)&lt;br /&gt;A lost gem from a lost gem of an album, this song resurfaced in 2000 on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;High Fidelity&lt;/span&gt; soundtrack. It's a sly, sad lament about a lost love, pretending not to recall any of the time spent together even as the lyrics betray themselves over and over again. "I don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine?" Sure, Bob. Sure. - RN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1845077187713538561?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1845077187713538561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1845077187713538561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1845077187713538561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1845077187713538561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/52-bob-dylan-most-of-time.html' title='52. Bob Dylan - Most Of The Time'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1510927351880051704</id><published>2008-04-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:39:36.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>53. Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come On Eileen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAf0SA3PidI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/g1wVpwWs1Z8/s1600-h/41AYX1E8VML._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAf0SA3PidI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/g1wVpwWs1Z8/s200/41AYX1E8VML._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190385685874313682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too-Aye-Ray &lt;/span&gt;(1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this man so sad?  Is it because 75% of his song's lyrics are completely unintelligible?  Maybe, but the joyous music should more than make up for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1510927351880051704?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1510927351880051704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1510927351880051704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1510927351880051704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1510927351880051704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/53-dexys-midnight-runners-come-on.html' title='53. Dexy&apos;s Midnight Runners - Come On Eileen'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAf0SA3PidI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/g1wVpwWs1Z8/s72-c/41AYX1E8VML._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6362682937178064315</id><published>2008-04-15T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:33:52.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>54. The Outfield - Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Outfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Outfield.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play Deep&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, wonderful song, but the lyrics don’t make a lick of sense. It's a bunch of half-completed thoughts strung together. This leads me to believe that it’s being told from the perspective of a drunk guy trying to pick up a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6362682937178064315?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6362682937178064315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6362682937178064315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6362682937178064315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6362682937178064315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/54-outfield-your-love.html' title='54. The Outfield - Your Love'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-4437418387941169208</id><published>2008-04-15T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:49:02.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>55. Bruce Springsteen - Dancing In The Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Bruce%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Bruce%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Born In The U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt; (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 10 years into his career, the Boss turned writer's block into a perfectly expressed youthful dissatisfaction and longing.  More than just moaning about the struggle, he also offers a way out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-4437418387941169208?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/4437418387941169208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=4437418387941169208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4437418387941169208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4437418387941169208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/55-bruce-springsteen-dancing-in-dark.html' title='55. Bruce Springsteen - Dancing In The Dark'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-2226882006612778094</id><published>2008-04-15T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:39:36.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>56. Whitney Houston - So Emotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVajQ3PiWI/AAAAAAAAA6g/YpF9xT7bnQ8/s1600-h/Whit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVajQ3PiWI/AAAAAAAAA6g/YpF9xT7bnQ8/s200/Whit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189653707482958178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to say something about the overly dramatic nature (both in composition and performance) of this toe-tapper, but considering what we know about Whitney's personal life it seems pretty fitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-2226882006612778094?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/2226882006612778094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=2226882006612778094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2226882006612778094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2226882006612778094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/56-whitney-houston-so-emotional.html' title='56. Whitney Houston - So Emotional'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVajQ3PiWI/AAAAAAAAA6g/YpF9xT7bnQ8/s72-c/Whit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-600165047276122737</id><published>2008-04-15T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:37:33.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>57. AC/DC - Back In Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/ACDC.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/ACDC.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back In Black &lt;/span&gt;(1980)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire AC/DC for their gentle subtlety. Actually, given the bravado in lyrics such as "Forget the hearse 'cause I'll never die" it's not going out on a limb to say that singer Brian Johnson would have made a helluva rapper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-600165047276122737?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/600165047276122737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=600165047276122737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/600165047276122737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/600165047276122737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/57-acdc-back-in-black.html' title='57. AC/DC - Back In Black'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7432923156262946849</id><published>2008-04-15T11:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:38:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>58. The Replacements - Skyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Replacements%20PTMM.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Replacements%20PTMM.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pleased To Meet Me&lt;/span&gt; (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just over two minutes, Paul Westerberg efficiently constructs a gentle tale of longing and loss. With the most economical of word choices, he evokes downtown Minneapolis, snowy weather, the passage of time and palpable romantic loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7432923156262946849?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7432923156262946849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7432923156262946849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7432923156262946849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7432923156262946849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/58-replacements-skyway.html' title='58. The Replacements - Skyway'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-4744674381997255550</id><published>2008-04-15T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:39:37.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>59. Aerosmith - The Other Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAn9oWZfo2I/AAAAAAAAA8M/rriAibejoxU/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAn9oWZfo2I/AAAAAAAAA8M/rriAibejoxU/s200/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190958915170313058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pump&lt;/span&gt; (1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith have definitely had their peaks and valleys, but to me this is the high point.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pump&lt;/span&gt; featured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What It Takes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love In An Elevator&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Janie's Got A Gun&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Other Side&lt;/span&gt;.  The latter was the lesser hit but a better song, featuring a surprisingly soulful approach: horns, honky-tonk piano, and tight harmonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 90% of Aerosmith's album covers are awful.  Discuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-4744674381997255550?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/4744674381997255550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=4744674381997255550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4744674381997255550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4744674381997255550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/59-aerosmith-other-side.html' title='59. Aerosmith - The Other Side'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAn9oWZfo2I/AAAAAAAAA8M/rriAibejoxU/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1660518313318335986</id><published>2008-04-15T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:42:33.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60. N.W.A. - Straight Outta Compton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/NWA.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/NWA.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Straight Outta Compton&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was so good it inspired a whole genre of controversial music (gangsta rap) and a whole generation of suburban white boys to sag their pants and call people Gee. Oh yeah, it also introduced the world to Ice Cube, Eazy-E and Dr. Dre. Damn that shit was dope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1660518313318335986?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1660518313318335986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1660518313318335986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1660518313318335986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1660518313318335986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/60-nwa-straight-outta-compton.html' title='60. N.W.A. - Straight Outta Compton'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-2799014779309621711</id><published>2008-04-15T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:24:07.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>61. The Costello Show - Brilliant Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Elvis%20King.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Elvis%20King.5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Of America&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jangly lament from his “American” album, Elvis gives us some of his best lines, a lot of them at our expense: ” He thought he was the king of America / where they pour Coca-Cola just like vintage wine” and “He thought he was the king of America / but it was just a boulevard of broken dreams.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-2799014779309621711?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/2799014779309621711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=2799014779309621711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2799014779309621711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2799014779309621711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/61-costello-show-brilliant-mistake.html' title='61. The Costello Show - Brilliant Mistake'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6554602389909897237</id><published>2008-04-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:31:10.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>62. Fleetwood Mac - Little Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Fleetwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Fleetwood.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tango In The Night&lt;/span&gt; (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine McVie is the great unappreciated songwriter of Fleetwood Mac. Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks generate all the talk, but McVie quietly penned and sang a healthy dose of their biggest hits, including this one, which stylishly blends the Fleetwood Mac sound with the synthesizer-friendly '80s to create something that stands up to repeated listening. - RN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6554602389909897237?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6554602389909897237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6554602389909897237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6554602389909897237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6554602389909897237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/62-fleetwood-mac-little-lies.html' title='62. Fleetwood Mac - Little Lies'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1809224877686544766</id><published>2008-04-15T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:32:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>63. Beastie Boys - The Sounds Of Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Beastie%20Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Beastie%20Boys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul's Boutique&lt;/span&gt; (1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening with the repeated sound of one of those mooing cans and the Boys spouting slow-motion nonsense, the song changes radically after about a minute, with Ad-Rock yelling “rope-a-dope”, the guitar lick from The Beatles’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt; kicking in and the boys stepping up the rhyme tempo.  An artistic leap you can shake your ass to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1809224877686544766?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1809224877686544766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1809224877686544766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1809224877686544766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1809224877686544766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/63-beastie-boys-sounds-of-science.html' title='63. Beastie Boys - The Sounds Of Science'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-5928174069807753653</id><published>2008-04-15T11:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:34:18.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>64. Tears For Fears - Sowing The Seeds Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Tears%20For%20Fears%20SOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Tears%20For%20Fears%20SOL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Seeds Of Love&lt;/span&gt; (1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears For Fears has quite a few amazing songs, but this epic is a sentimental favorite of mine. Not only did they manage to capture a bit of The Beatles' sound, but the lyrics maintain their spirit as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-5928174069807753653?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/5928174069807753653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=5928174069807753653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5928174069807753653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5928174069807753653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/64-tears-for-fears-sowing-seeds-of-love.html' title='64. Tears For Fears - Sowing The Seeds Of Love'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3429948281455277080</id><published>2008-04-15T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:35:02.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>65. a-ha - Take On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/A%20Ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/A%20Ha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hunting High And Low&lt;/span&gt; (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: MT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say, but I'll say it anyway. This song has an instantly memorable synth line, and a chorus that goes from alto to soprano in 10 words time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3429948281455277080?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3429948281455277080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3429948281455277080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3429948281455277080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3429948281455277080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/65-ha-take-on-me.html' title='65. a-ha - Take On Me'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-8085987625834510959</id><published>2008-04-15T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:37:12.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>66. XTC - Dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/XTC%20Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 185px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/XTC%20Sky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skylarking&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lyrical smart bomb that was never intended for official release. The band put it on a b-side and college stations started playing it, forcing Geffen to re-press the album and include the song. It asks the age-old question: If God is so great why does he let horrible things happen? Never before has spiritual doubt sounded so sweet, courtesy of the usual XTC harmonies and lush Todd Rundgren production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-8085987625834510959?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/8085987625834510959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=8085987625834510959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8085987625834510959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8085987625834510959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/66-xtc-dear-god.html' title='66. XTC - Dear God'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7746111375688111628</id><published>2008-04-15T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:37:44.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>67. When In Rome - The Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/When%20In%20Rome.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/When%20In%20Rome.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When In Rome&lt;/span&gt; (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that woman on the album cover? Was she in the band, or is she just a beard? Anyway, this is a perfect synth pop single from the O.M.D. / Erasure / New Order school of songwriting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7746111375688111628?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7746111375688111628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7746111375688111628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7746111375688111628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7746111375688111628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/67-when-in-rome-promise.html' title='67. When In Rome - The Promise'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7221896855013116229</id><published>2008-04-15T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:38:36.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>68. The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="recover"&gt;&lt;span id="spellcheckMessage"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;textarea style="display: none;" name="postBody" rows="17" cols="47" id="textarea" wrap="soft" dir="ltr" tabindex="5"&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Smiths%20Strange.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Smiths%20Strange.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strangeways, Here We Come&lt;/span&gt; (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect example of the Smiths’ ability to find the humor in homicidal urges and awful relationships. When Morrissey asks “Do you really think she’ll pull through?” we’re not at all convinced he wants her to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7221896855013116229?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7221896855013116229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7221896855013116229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7221896855013116229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7221896855013116229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/68-smiths-girlfriend-in-coma.html' title='68. The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3279718678854148238</id><published>2008-04-15T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:39:08.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>69. Prince - Erotic City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Prince%20Erotic.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Prince%20Erotic.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's Go Crazy &lt;/span&gt;(single) (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sexy, danceable song by a musical master – this guy is one of the most talented artists in the music industry, hands down. I love the naughtiness. - SA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3279718678854148238?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3279718678854148238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3279718678854148238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3279718678854148238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3279718678854148238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/69-prince-erotic-city.html' title='69. Prince - Erotic City'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-5025850005702848643</id><published>2008-04-15T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:40:05.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>70. Tracy Chapman - Fast Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Tracy%20Chapman.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Tracy%20Chapman.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracy Chapman&lt;/span&gt; (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to remember now the way jaws dropped when Tracy Chapman came on the scene. This look at the struggles everyday people is easily the equal of any Public Enemy, Bruce Springsteen or John Mellencamp anthem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-5025850005702848643?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/5025850005702848643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=5025850005702848643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5025850005702848643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/5025850005702848643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/70-tracy-chapman-fast-car.html' title='70. Tracy Chapman - Fast Car'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-98508428858312834</id><published>2008-04-15T11:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:40:32.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>71. Devo - Beautiful World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Devo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/320/Devo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Traditionalists&lt;/span&gt; (1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target deftly used this for an ad campaign a couple of years back, ignoring that the optimistic first 3 minutes eventually end in the words: “It’s a beautiful world for you / but not for me.” The nerdy class clowns showed they had some depth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-98508428858312834?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/98508428858312834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=98508428858312834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/98508428858312834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/98508428858312834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/71-devo-beautiful-world.html' title='71. Devo - Beautiful World'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-4511444321317930134</id><published>2008-04-15T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:41:25.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>72. Belinda Carlisle - Heaven Is A Place On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Belinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/320/Belinda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaven On Earth &lt;/span&gt;(1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no better way to spend a Saturday night than to go to Mama G's in Maple Grove, Minnesota, put this one the jukebox and sing along as loudly as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-4511444321317930134?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/4511444321317930134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=4511444321317930134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4511444321317930134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/4511444321317930134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/72-belinda-carlisle-heaven-is-place-on.html' title='72. Belinda Carlisle - Heaven Is A Place On Earth'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-8579478902550825998</id><published>2008-04-15T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:39:37.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>73. George Michael - Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVX9Q3PiVI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/a0GeGqvB5k4/s1600-h/Faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVX9Q3PiVI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/a0GeGqvB5k4/s200/Faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189650855624673618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt; (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindsight has caused us to take it for granted, but George Michael's solo career were far from a guaranteed success. Who really knew he had the talent to come out of the gate with such a remarkable solo album?  His ass got the attention, but the song has endured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-8579478902550825998?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/8579478902550825998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=8579478902550825998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8579478902550825998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8579478902550825998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/73-george-michael-faith.html' title='73. George Michael - Faith'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVX9Q3PiVI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/a0GeGqvB5k4/s72-c/Faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7467229712664589346</id><published>2008-04-15T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:43:33.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>74. The Cure - Just Like Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Cure%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Cure%201.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me&lt;/span&gt; (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Fridays in high school, this song  played in my head, anticipating the coming events of the weekend. And it can still make me smile, even if the likelihood that any "tricks" will make me scream on any given day has declined by quite a bit. Just lose yourself in the fun before the song's disquieting second half, wherein the sea "stole the only girl I loved," begins. - RN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7467229712664589346?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7467229712664589346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7467229712664589346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7467229712664589346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7467229712664589346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/74-cure-just-like-heaven.html' title='74. The Cure - Just Like Heaven'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6084930274471827602</id><published>2008-04-15T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:44:07.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>75. Billy Vera &amp; the Beaters - At This Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Billy%20Vera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/320/Billy%20Vera.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Request&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day Ellen left Alex P. Keaton (the only Republican I have ever been attracted to) to become a ballet dancer, the only thing that brought my mother and me any sort of comfort was the song they played at the end of the episode while Alex had his tearful moment in the Keaton kitchen. - SB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6084930274471827602?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6084930274471827602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6084930274471827602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6084930274471827602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6084930274471827602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/75-billy-vera-beaters-at-this-moment.html' title='75. Billy Vera &amp; the Beaters - At This Moment'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1382467801461627969</id><published>2008-04-15T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:44:32.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>76. Stu Phillips - Knight Rider Theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Knight%20Rider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/320/Knight%20Rider.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knight Rider&lt;/span&gt; (1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about hooks! There are enough here to provide samples for about 50 rap songs. More importantly, this throbbing electronic theme never failed to get me jazzed up for my weekly installment of talking cars and leather jackets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1382467801461627969?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1382467801461627969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1382467801461627969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1382467801461627969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1382467801461627969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/76-stu-phillips-knight-rider-theme.html' title='76. Stu Phillips - Knight Rider Theme'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1778325740606506143</id><published>2008-04-15T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:45:33.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>77. Oingo Boingo - Dead Man's Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Oingo%20Boingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 185px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/320/Oingo%20Boingo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dead Man's Party&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oingo Boingo are the unrecognized kings of the ‘80s soundtrack, contributing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fast Times At Ridgemont High&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sixteen Candles&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back To School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, among many others. Is it any wonder Danny Elfman went on to a career scoring movies? Anyway, this track features hot horns and funny macabre lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1778325740606506143?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1778325740606506143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1778325740606506143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1778325740606506143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1778325740606506143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/77-oingo-boingo-dead-mans-party.html' title='77. Oingo Boingo - Dead Man&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6199329656286305786</id><published>2008-04-15T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:46:02.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>78. Metallica - Master Of Puppets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Metallica.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/320/Metallica.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master Of Puppets&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy yet melodic, with enough guitar solos to fill your monthly quota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6199329656286305786?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6199329656286305786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6199329656286305786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6199329656286305786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6199329656286305786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/78-metallica-master-of-puppets.html' title='78. Metallica - Master Of Puppets'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7090083608912784424</id><published>2008-04-15T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:46:42.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>79. Chicago - What You're Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Chicago%2016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/320/Chicago%2016.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicago 16 &lt;/span&gt;(1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a hit but this opener has everything that made ‘80s Chicago great: a strong guitar riff, swelling horns, keyboard played like it’s a grand piano and an impassioned Peter Cetera vocal performance. If you don’t know the song, take this advice: “Ohh, what you’re missing / could have been yours from the start.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7090083608912784424?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7090083608912784424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7090083608912784424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7090083608912784424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7090083608912784424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/79-chicago-what-youre-missing.html' title='79. Chicago - What You&apos;re Missing'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-133682423286550412</id><published>2008-04-15T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:47:31.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>80. Big Country - In A Big Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Big%20Country.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/320/Big%20Country.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Crossing&lt;/span&gt; (1983)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every band should be required to write their own theme song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-133682423286550412?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/133682423286550412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=133682423286550412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/133682423286550412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/133682423286550412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/80-big-country-in-big-country.html' title='80. Big Country - In A Big Country'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-8443003857542689037</id><published>2008-04-15T10:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:46:33.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>81. Prince - Little Red Corvette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Prince%201999.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Prince%201999.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1999 &lt;/span&gt;(1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vehicular metaphor tells the story of a promiscuous girl. What’s interesting is Prince’s warning that she needs to slow down. Is he a proponent of monogamy? Hard to tell since immediately following his plea he tells her she’s got an ass like he ain’t never seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-8443003857542689037?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/8443003857542689037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=8443003857542689037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8443003857542689037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8443003857542689037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/81-prince-little-red-corvette.html' title='81. Prince - Little Red Corvette'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-639714075442728070</id><published>2008-04-15T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:10:59.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>82. Huey Lewis and the News - The Power Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Huey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Huey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back To The Future&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those major chords offer nothing short of joy. If you heard this song on the loudspeakers at the water park and you were king of all you surveyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-639714075442728070?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/639714075442728070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=639714075442728070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/639714075442728070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/639714075442728070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/82-huey-lewis-and-news-power-of-love.html' title='82. Huey Lewis and the News - The Power Of Love'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-8100512461768424621</id><published>2008-04-15T10:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:11:34.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>83. Laura Branigan - Gloria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Branigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Branigan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Branigan&lt;/span&gt; (1982)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: SB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie claims that this is a great song because everyone tries to sing along, but can't because it's so damn difficult. I don't usually say this, but Stephanie's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-8100512461768424621?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/8100512461768424621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=8100512461768424621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8100512461768424621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8100512461768424621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/83-laura-branigan-gloria.html' title='83. Laura Branigan - Gloria'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-731229742482315057</id><published>2008-04-15T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:12:01.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>84. Depeche Mode - Shake The Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Depeche%20Mode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Depeche%20Mode.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catching Up With Depeche Mode&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to top Dave Gahan's voice when it comes to cool detachment. What's strange is hearing him express sentiments as straightforward and vulnerable as the ones in this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-731229742482315057?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/731229742482315057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=731229742482315057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/731229742482315057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/731229742482315057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/84-depeche-mode-shake-disease.html' title='84. Depeche Mode - Shake The Disease'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3964496122192006523</id><published>2008-04-15T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:12:22.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>85. The Pretenders - Back On The Chain Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Pretenders.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Pretenders.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learning To Crawl &lt;/span&gt;(1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Tuite rightfully pointed out that no '80s list is complete without The Pretenders. This tune may be their catchiest, with a jangly guitar line and Chrissie Hynde's assured vocal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3964496122192006523?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3964496122192006523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3964496122192006523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3964496122192006523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3964496122192006523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/85-pretenders-back-on-chain-gang.html' title='85. The Pretenders - Back On The Chain Gang'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7721542804556986213</id><published>2008-04-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:49:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>86. Paul Simon - Graceland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Paul%20Simon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Paul%20Simon.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graceland&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon envisions Elvis Presley's homestead as a secular heaven, a place to repair broken hearts, a place where all is forgiven and all are welcome. In his long career Simon may not have a better couplet than: “Losing love is like a window in your heart / Everybody sees you’re blown apart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7721542804556986213?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7721542804556986213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7721542804556986213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7721542804556986213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7721542804556986213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/86-paul-simon-graceland.html' title='86. Paul Simon - Graceland'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-8466076555636534149</id><published>2008-04-15T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:16:26.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>87. Bryan Ferry - Is Your Love Strong Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Legend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Legend.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legend&lt;/span&gt; (1985)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plays over the end credits of the Ridley Scott fantasy film and is perfectly suited to the story of a man who literally goes to hell and back for love. The verses are all dreamy while the chorus is clear-headed and forceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-8466076555636534149?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/8466076555636534149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=8466076555636534149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8466076555636534149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8466076555636534149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/87-bryan-ferry-is-your-love-strong.html' title='87. Bryan Ferry - Is Your Love Strong Enough?'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-102363464754002537</id><published>2008-04-15T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:19:40.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>88. Spandau Ballet - True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Spandau%20Ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Spandau%20Ballet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True&lt;/span&gt; (1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great cheesy slow dance song, especially if you are dancing with Jake Ryan. - MT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-102363464754002537?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/102363464754002537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=102363464754002537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/102363464754002537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/102363464754002537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/88-spandau-ballet-true.html' title='88. Spandau Ballet - True'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-2090642039892175894</id><published>2008-04-15T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:39:38.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>89. Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVVfg3PiUI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mg8D0B6q1DY/s1600-h/Rick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVVfg3PiUI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mg8D0B6q1DY/s200/Rick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189648145500309826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whenever You Need Somebody&lt;/span&gt; (1987)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=rickroll"&gt;rickrolled&lt;/a&gt; yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus fact: This song was actually written by the Stock Aikmen Waterman team, who also composed hits for Bananarama and Kylie Minogue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-2090642039892175894?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/2090642039892175894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=2090642039892175894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2090642039892175894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2090642039892175894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/89-rick-astley-never-gonna-give-you-up.html' title='89. Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVVfg3PiUI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/mg8D0B6q1DY/s72-c/Rick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7924382317043351643</id><published>2008-04-15T10:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:48:24.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - You Got Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Tom%20Petty%20LAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Tom%20Petty%20LAD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long After Dark&lt;/span&gt; (1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A combined kiss-off, warning and plea, this pulsing single helped endear Petty and his Heartbreakers to an audience moving away from traditional rock and toward new wave. And I love the confident chorus: “Good love is hard to find / You got lucky, babe / When I found you.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7924382317043351643?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7924382317043351643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7924382317043351643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7924382317043351643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7924382317043351643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/90-tom-petty-and-heartbreakers-you-got.html' title='90. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - You Got Lucky'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6688531034059569346</id><published>2008-04-15T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:03:49.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>91. Van Halen - Why Can't This Be Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/VH%205150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/VH%205150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5150&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE Van Halen fans heard this heart-swelling single and asked themselves the same thing about new lead singer Sammy Hagar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6688531034059569346?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6688531034059569346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6688531034059569346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6688531034059569346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6688531034059569346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/91-van-halen-why-cant-this-be-love.html' title='91. Van Halen - Why Can&apos;t This Be Love?'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-9216424048679745197</id><published>2008-04-15T10:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:39:38.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>92. Split Enz - I Got You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVT0g3PiTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/K8TeO00a64s/s1600-h/Split+Enz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVT0g3PiTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/K8TeO00a64s/s200/Split+Enz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189646307254307122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True Colours&lt;/span&gt; (1980)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this: You invite your younger brother into your band and immediately he writes a big hit.  Wouldn't that suck?  If your brother was Neil Finn, one of the best songwriters there is, then it'd probably a little bit easier to swallow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-9216424048679745197?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/9216424048679745197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=9216424048679745197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/9216424048679745197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/9216424048679745197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/92-split-enz-i-got-you.html' title='92. Split Enz - I Got You'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SAVT0g3PiTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/K8TeO00a64s/s72-c/Split+Enz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6282394765809747358</id><published>2008-04-15T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:39:38.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>93. Queen &amp; David Bowie - Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBXO6ctV0cI/AAAAAAAABBg/SxphofCj2x8/s1600-h/Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBXO6ctV0cI/AAAAAAAABBg/SxphofCj2x8/s200/Queen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194285248775836098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Space&lt;/span&gt; (1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One awesome gay vocalist + one awesome sometimes gay vocalist + the bassline that inspired the world to send word to their mothers = best collaboration ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6282394765809747358?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6282394765809747358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6282394765809747358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6282394765809747358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6282394765809747358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/93-queen-david-bowie-under-pressure.html' title='93. Queen &amp; David Bowie - Under Pressure'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBXO6ctV0cI/AAAAAAAABBg/SxphofCj2x8/s72-c/Queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7218376061492689051</id><published>2008-04-15T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:17:47.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>94. Jane's Addiction - Jane Says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Jane%27s%20Addiction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Jane%27s%20Addiction.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing's Shocking&lt;/span&gt; (1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Perry Farrell kind of yells the lyrics. You can scream along with this one in the car, the shower, the street; pump your fist to “She can hit!” This is an empowering song. - SA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7218376061492689051?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7218376061492689051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7218376061492689051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7218376061492689051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7218376061492689051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/94-janes-addiction-jane-says.html' title='94. Jane&apos;s Addiction - Jane Says'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-8835382033335295054</id><published>2008-04-15T10:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:19:49.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>95. Deniece Williams - Let's Hear It For The Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Deniece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Deniece.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's Hear It For The Boy&lt;/span&gt; (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former Johnny Mathis duet partner (that was them doing the Family Ties theme) remakes herself as a Madonna style dance pixie, and damn if it isn’t sweet. Of course whenever I heard this as a kid I thought she was singing about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-8835382033335295054?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/8835382033335295054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=8835382033335295054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8835382033335295054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/8835382033335295054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/95-deniece-williams-lets-hear-it-for.html' title='95. Deniece Williams - Let&apos;s Hear It For The Boy'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-6300894854250306763</id><published>2008-04-15T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:21:29.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>96. Journey - Don't Stop Believin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Journey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escape&lt;/span&gt; (1981)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I prefer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)&lt;/span&gt;, but if you are looking to take the midnight train going anywhere, or just go roller skating, there's no better soundtrack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-6300894854250306763?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/6300894854250306763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=6300894854250306763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6300894854250306763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/6300894854250306763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/96-journey-dont-stop-believin.html' title='96. Journey - Don&apos;t Stop Believin&apos;'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-1890035094253872975</id><published>2008-04-15T10:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:22:30.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>97. Men At Work - Who Can It Be Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Men%20At%20Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Men%20At%20Work.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Business As Usual &lt;/span&gt;(1981)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That saxophone was ingenious, as were the drumbeats knocking on the door and Colin Hay’s eyes in the video. As far as I can tell the song is about a shut-in recluse terrified of any contact with the outside world. If I had a dollar for every pop song on that subject…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-1890035094253872975?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/1890035094253872975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=1890035094253872975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1890035094253872975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/1890035094253872975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/97-men-at-work-who-can-it-be-now.html' title='97. Men At Work - Who Can It Be Now?'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-7858669364629873663</id><published>2008-04-15T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:25:23.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>98. Marshall Crenshaw - There She Goes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Marshall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Marshall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marshall Crenshaw&lt;/span&gt; (1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshall Crenshaw was an ‘80s version of Buddy Holly that captured the critics’ hearts with his perfect first album.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There She Goes Again&lt;/span&gt; is the opening cut, a toe-tapping, harmony-laden tale of a girl lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-7858669364629873663?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/7858669364629873663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=7858669364629873663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7858669364629873663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/7858669364629873663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/98-marshall-crenshaw-there-she-goes.html' title='98. Marshall Crenshaw - There She Goes Again'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-3454810593288854736</id><published>2008-04-15T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:26:34.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99. Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Paul%20Simon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Paul%20Simon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graceland&lt;/span&gt; (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Picked By: SB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Chevy Chase was in the video and it features a 12 man African a capella group called Ladysmith Black Mambazo. There’s no way that misses the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-3454810593288854736?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/3454810593288854736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=3454810593288854736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3454810593288854736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/3454810593288854736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/99-paul-simon-you-can-call-me-al.html' title='99. Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34366135.post-2713899353104385362</id><published>2008-04-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:27:34.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100. Ronnie Milsap - There's No Gettin' Over Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/1600/Ronnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1457/270/200/Ronnie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's No Gettin' Over Me&lt;/span&gt; (1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of getting pissed at the girl who’s leaving him, Ronnie tells her how much she’s going to regret the decision, how he’ll haunt her without even trying: “I’ll be the smile when there’s no one around / I’ll be the book that you just can’t put down.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34366135-2713899353104385362?l=top20080s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/feeds/2713899353104385362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34366135&amp;postID=2713899353104385362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2713899353104385362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34366135/posts/default/2713899353104385362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top20080s.blogspot.com/2008/04/100-ronnie-milsap-theres-no-gettin-over.html' title='100. Ronnie Milsap - There&apos;s No Gettin&apos; Over Me'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
