Finley again. He polarises opinion. You either rather like his sunshine reggaefied rock and still play his debut now but not that slightly harder-edged commercial disaster follow-up, or you’re not that bothered about the little chap and would prefer to listen to some of that proper roots stuff like UB40. Bitter war rages between these factions.

This record’s made with a wonderfully light touch, the most mellow of warm guitar solos and a lyric that’s simple but fits like a glove. It’s worth hearing again.

Junior was excited as ever to hear the stereo start up – obviously walked a couple of steps to the table, just because she CAN. She swayed and waved her hairbrush, enjoying the calm before the teenage ultrapop storm to come.