As I’m working today I’ve cranked a bunch of old 80’s rock, and a couple of classic Bon Jovi songs popped into my playlist. What a riot.

Truly a classic album, although back in the day it was Thom who listened to Bon Jovi, and I sort of tolerated him. Over time the songs grew on me, I guess, because even now, twenty years later, I still know all of the words.

A random comment from a site talking about Slippery When Wet:

This album has a sentimental value that defies all logic or taste. It’s like that scene in Ratatouille when the food critic takes a bite and is instantly transported back in time, in my case, to the locker room of my college hockey team, where we’d unabashedly belt out the lyrics to Livin’ on a Prayer like our lives depended on it. (Go ahead, laugh, I’m not ashamed.) A big, sticky thumbs up from the man in the Members Only jacket, the one with the loaded six-string on his back.

Yes, like this guy, I had a Members Only jacket. Rock on.