Day 2 of the #10DayRecordChallenge to post 10 albums that have had an impact on my life and are still in rotation. In Miami back in the late 70's, early 80's, strip clubs were dark, nasty places. The kind of places you wouldn't want to see fully lit because you really didn't want to know what your shoes were sticking to. You'd get watered down drinks and day old snacks, and the dancers were, shall we say, not top-shelf. Then this place called Follies International opened up by the Hialeah Speedway. They promised Vegas style entertainment for the sophisticated gentleman. So me and my buddies decide to go and check it out. I'm pretty sure this was in late 1979. Anyway, it had a huge stage with a runway extending about 30 feet into the cavernous main room. Black tables were bolted to the floor, you know, for table dances (this preceded the era of lap dances), and I remember there was a lot of red & black in the decor. Several very attractive dancers were on stage and the room was filled with other sophisticated gentlemen like our 18 year old selves. Shortly after we sit down and order some beers they announced the feature entertainer (whose name I cannot recall) for that evening. After the ensuing applause died down I could faintly hear some beeping, then cymbals, scratching guitar, then bongos, then the synth kicked in pulsing on the one beat until it burst into a banshee like wail. That was my introduction to New Wave music; Planet Claire by the B-52's from their eponymous debut album. "Some say she's from Mars. Or one of the 7 stars that shine after 3:30 in the morning. WELL SHE ISN'T!!!" Hey @audiosavage, this is pretty fun dude!