This was in a small stash of albums my wife found in her old room many years ago (along with Shaun Cassidy, a couple from Donnie & Marie, Andy Gibb, etc.). George Michael's death has been the first occasion I've been at all interested in spinning this. In spite of the peppy, poppy content, it's actually quite a well-produced album that I'd never have listened to back in the day. The album itself is terribly warped; amazing the Pro-Ject can even play the thing...