Dave and Milt, adventurers bold and keen, Stepped into a time machine, a wondrous dream, Their destination set, the year was '82, With music as their guide, they found a place where seagulls flew.

Heartlight by Neil Diamond, a song, they feared, would be a tragic and senseless assault on the ears.

I Ran by A Flock Of Seagulls, it's musical insanity - and the dude's hair defied reason, taste, and yes, gravity.

You Can Do Magic is America's song. But here's the thing: guess what, before long... the boys had to draw a line in the sand. It's only America's song 'cause that's the name of the band.

Somebody's Baby by Jackson Browne is just so sweet, it's a song you might want to put on repeat. But you might want to try forget the flick... where a dude chooses a ball field to shag a young chick.

Olivia Newton-John sang Heart Attack with grace, But the song - meh - it's just kinda taking up space.

Cocker? I hardly know her. But Joe's voice enthralls... with a movie theme recalling Gere kicked in the balls.

I Keep Forgettin', crooned Michael McDonald. His cool raspy voice into all ears he would tunnel. ... [Sorry but you try rhyming 'Mcdonald.']

Eye In The Sky, The Alan Parsons Project's dream, is as dynamic as cold toast, as thin as Kareem.

Jack & Diane, in John Cougar's nostalgic fog, still holds up well. Pass the chili dog.

Who Can It Be Now? Asked the Men At Work. A cool Aussie rock band. You were expecting Bjork?