Right on

Do you ever need an excuse to get the imaginary dance party going in your head? I've got a ton of pretexts, but none are worth more than my most child-like desire to be a dumb bounce of flesh all down the avenue.

Plaza - Fire Eyes

To get well known like you

It doesn't get much more full-on '80s than the big bright cloying pop of Howard Jones. Despite a name more suited to pushing paper in a government office, this dude is responsible for a fair amount of the bedroom poster pop of my childhood. And addictive stuff at that. Sure, the pseudo-reggae groove is totally plastic and may as well be the soundtrack for the official marginalization of urban poverty in the Reagan era. But no reason to hold that against the man. A man of such vertical hair volume can only be asked to do so much.

Howard Jones - Like To Get To Know You Well