I admired this swampy r’n’b number, I never felt much affection for it. Every couple of years a record appears that doesn’t really fit with the zeitgeist but has broad appeal all the same, and then – bam – there’s a No.4 hit the artist never expected to get and a lifetime berth on the Virgin playlist. He deserves it for the plink-plonk bubbles on ‘Rip It Up’.
Junior gave it hit status as well, her joy kindled by dad throwing shapes like a member of a ’60s Top Of The Pops audience. In pyjamas. She’s laughing a lot these days; it’s not only about how ridiculous I look.
And, just for one second, I swear I could see her playing an imaginary Stratocaster. When he performed this live, I remember Edwyn saying “Go!” before each solo. He knew that we all wanted to strap on our air guitars.