56. "Brick House" by The Commodores.
It's funky! It's sexisty! It's Bricky! It's Housey!
Can I possibly resist making a comment about German's and their love of big glasses, red capes, and solid gold shoulder pads?
Apparently not.
Until I saw this video, I had no idea that Lionel Richie could play the saxophone. But I bet he couldn't do it while dancin' on the ceilin'! Because all the spit would run back into the mouthpiece, and he'd drown on his own saliva.
Whenever this song comes on the radio, I feel a slight pang of guilt for singing along, as the song promotes an unrealistic body image of women. Because for me, the perfect woman isn't 36-24-36. No, no, no. The perfect woman is the one who is the exact same shape and size of 1981 Marie Osmond.
Hey, Marie! Let's go down to the disco! Disco! Disco! Let's go down to the disco! Disco! Let's go!
Anyway, for me, it doesn't matter what size a woman's body is. What matters is the size of the clothes she wears. And I don't mean tight clothes. I mean big clothes. Really big clothes.
Ideally, a woman's clothes are so big she can still wear them 30 years later.
http://people.com/celebrity/marie-osmond-remarries-her-first-husband/
Bully for you, Marie! You found a dress big enough to cover a brick house, and you got married in it! Twice!
Shake it down, shake it down, shake it down now!
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