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Welcome back to the decade when times were simpler, you were still cool, and the music was worth dancing to. And what better way to begin than with the year that started it all. Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls. Children of all ages. It is my honor and privilege to present you with 1980. Let the nostalgia begin…

Back then, Devo wanted you to ‘Whip It’ and Michael Jackson wanted to ‘Rock With You’. And though many of us are still not entirely sure what we were supposed to be ‘whipping,’ I think we’ve all figured out precisely who Michael Jackson wanted to be ‘rocking with.’ And frankly, I’m shocked. In those days, did your thoughts of Plastic Man’s outrageous “flexibility” end up in the gutter? Because today, that’s all your filthy little mind can think of. Shame on you!

1980 was filled with scary movies guaranteed to have you sleeping with the lights on. Friday The 13th introduced America to a poor swimmer named Jason Voorhees, The Shining proved that all work and no play makes Jack Nicholson a very, very angry boy, and Flash Gordon was, well, not exactly scary, but it was frighteningly bad.

As scary as some of 1980’s films were, others were guaranteed to make you laugh so hard that milk came out your nose. Who could forget Gene Wilder and Richard Pryor in Stir Crazy (“We bad, we bad”) and John Belushi and Dan Ackroyd in The Blues Brothers (“We’re on a mission from god”)?

Ah yes, it was a year like none other. Richard Gere went full monty in American Gigolo, Superman gave up his powers to bed Lois Lane in Superman II, and everyone wanted to kiss Flo’s grits on Alice. Strange that in a year when so many great characters came out, others that should of, like Monroe on Too Close For Comfort, did not. I mean, come on. Who was he fooling?

It was a time in history when all of the truly important questions were being asked. What is the meaning of life? Is there such a thing as free will? No, nothing as boring as that. I said truly important questions, like: Would you have any Grey Poupon? Is eight really enough? How hungry is your hippo? And why can’t Richie Rich afford something other than that same blue shorts and tuxedo outfit that he wore every single day?

It seems like only yesterday that the Solid Gold dancers were shaking it to the beat, poor Private Benjamin just couldn’t do anything right, and Real People started the whole ‘reality tv’ craze by featuring folks that were real weird, real eccentric, and sometimes, real gross.

So slip on your satin jackets and tie on a wrist full of friendship bracelets. It’s time for 1980!

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From VH1's "I Love the 80s Strikes Back" series