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Guilty pleasure.

Baby Hold On— Eddie Money

It has that one glorious moment, when the faceless voice rises from the swamp of the LI bar-band circuit and gains the flint to self-mythologize:

"Mama's always told you girl
That money can't buy you love..."

The moment glows like a flash pot, hangs in the air for an afterbeat, then vanishes, leaving behind a fine residue of pearlash...