As a teen, I did actually hate this one after Purple Rain came out. No one understood at the time what the motivation could be to release this album, for little did we realize that it is quite the flourish of genius. Now, I find it to be His Royal Badness' best platter bar none:
And I did, for a time, actually hate this next one because it seemed just too poppy and too sample-heavy. I would think to myself, what's the deal with Elliot Easton getting
even more buried in the mix? The year was '84 and MTV seemed to be out to kill good music, and The Cars seemed their latest victim. Now, I realize this one is, for the most part at least, a delight:
