i was giving the kid a bath this evening, when the boy came in and casually perched himself on the toilet (do not be alarmed; the lid was down). he said,

“tim sent me an interesting website today.”

“…”

“it’s a collection of streaming 80s videos.”

“oh, like music clips?”

“yeah. guess what the first song i picked was.”

“ummMMM. something by duran duran?”

“no, but something remarkably similar.”

“…”

“it was ‘tarzan boy’ by baltimora!”

there followed a brief interlude in which we sang the “oh oh oh-o-oh-o-oh-o-oh-oh oh oh-o” chorus, after which i asked,

“have they got a-ha?”

“i don’t know. i didn’t check.”

but i did. and i played, in this order:
the flame, by cheap trick
take on me, by a-ha
somewhere in my heart, by aztec camera

after which i had to get up and walk away, before i clicked on scritti politti (“oh patti (don’t feel sorry for loverboy)”) or… bonnie tyler (“total eclipse of the heart”).