Dave and Milt, adventurers bold and keen, Stepped into a time machine, a wondrous dream, Their destination set, the year was '82, With music as their guide, they found a place where seagulls flew. Heartlight by Neil Diamond, a song, they feared, would be a tragic and senseless assault on the ears. I Ran by A Flock Of Seagulls, it's musical insanity - and the dude's hair defied reason, taste, and yes, gravity. You Can Do Magic is America's song. But here's the thing: guess what, before long... the boys had to draw a line in the sand. It's only America's song 'cause that's the name of the band. Somebody's Baby by Jackson Browne is just so sweet, it's a song you might want to put on repeat. But you might want to try forget the flick... where a dude chooses a ball field to shag a young chick. Olivia Newton-John sang Heart Attack with grace, But the song - meh - it's just kinda taking up space. Cocker? I hardly know her. But Joe's voice enthralls... with a movie theme recalling Gere kicked in the balls.  I Keep Forgettin', crooned Michael McDonald. His cool raspy voice into all ears he would tunnel. ... [Sorry but you try rhyming 'Mcdonald.'] Eye In The Sky, The Alan Parsons Project's dream, is as dynamic as cold toast, as thin as Kareem. Jack & Diane, in John Cougar's nostalgic fog, still holds up well. Pass the chili dog. Who Can It Be Now? Asked the Men At Work. A cool Aussie rock band. You were expecting Bjork?