<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:25:23.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 100 Songs of the '70s</title><subtitle type='html'>This list was picked by humans and is therefore imperfect.  We hope you enjoy it anyway.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2035223324753000478</id><published>2008-05-18T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:49:00.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1. John Lennon - Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBcLP-mVLI/AAAAAAAABTI/KiCA2v2yI18/s1600-h/Imagine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBcLP-mVLI/AAAAAAAABTI/KiCA2v2yI18/s200/Imagine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201758917950330034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If seculars and agnostics and atheists gathered once a week and had fellowship and sang songs, this would be the first one in the hymn book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2035223324753000478?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2035223324753000478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2035223324753000478' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2035223324753000478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2035223324753000478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-john-lennon-imagine.html' title='1. John Lennon - Imagine'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBcLP-mVLI/AAAAAAAABTI/KiCA2v2yI18/s72-c/Imagine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1758176247390372343</id><published>2008-05-18T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:48:00.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2. Don McLean - American Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBbhf-mVKI/AAAAAAAABTA/Nwu-kyWOjWE/s1600-h/McLean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBbhf-mVKI/AAAAAAAABTA/Nwu-kyWOjWE/s200/McLean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201758200690791586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Pie&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I had an edited 45 of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Pie&lt;/span&gt; and I always thought it was about the Dukes of Hazzard because of the "good old boys" part.  I also loved the rhyming of "Chevy" and "levee".  As an adult I have a slightly deeper appreciation.  The song is actually an abbreviated, poetically-veiled history of rock up to that point. Everyone knows the reference to the deaths of Buddy Holly, the Big Bopper and Richie Valens, but look for references to Elvis Presley, Bob Dylan, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Byrds, etc. Consider that it remains a great song despite attempts to ruin it by both Madonna and The Brady kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1758176247390372343?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1758176247390372343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1758176247390372343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1758176247390372343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1758176247390372343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-don-mclean-american-pie.html' title='2. Don McLean - American Pie'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBbhf-mVKI/AAAAAAAABTA/Nwu-kyWOjWE/s72-c/McLean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4192017565362129442</id><published>2008-05-18T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:47:01.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3. Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBa7v-mVJI/AAAAAAAABS4/dMkxOYzZxSo/s1600-h/Gloria+Gaynor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBa7v-mVJI/AAAAAAAABS4/dMkxOYzZxSo/s200/Gloria+Gaynor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201757552150729874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Tracks&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it ironic that THE good-riddance-I-didn't-need-you-anyway anthem was originally on an album called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Tracks&lt;/span&gt;?  I think so. Play this in a room full of women and enjoy the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4192017565362129442?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4192017565362129442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4192017565362129442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4192017565362129442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4192017565362129442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-gloria-gaynor-i-will-survive.html' title='3. Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBa7v-mVJI/AAAAAAAABS4/dMkxOYzZxSo/s72-c/Gloria+Gaynor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-6002683928256767457</id><published>2008-05-18T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:46:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4. The Knack - My Sharona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBarP-mVII/AAAAAAAABSw/ZhRnvYM9ols/s1600-h/Knack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBarP-mVII/AAAAAAAABSw/ZhRnvYM9ols/s200/Knack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201757268682888322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get The Knack&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the horniest songs ever, and also more than slightly creepy because of the line, "I always get it up for the touch / of the younger kind." The fact that people still sing along is a credit to the jungle beat, chugging bass, surf guitar and all-around energetic performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-6002683928256767457?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/6002683928256767457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=6002683928256767457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/6002683928256767457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/6002683928256767457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-knack-my-sharona.html' title='4. The Knack - My Sharona'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBarP-mVII/AAAAAAAABSw/ZhRnvYM9ols/s72-c/Knack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4784891951738755245</id><published>2008-05-18T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:45:00.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5. Kermit the Frog - The Rainbow Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBZyv-mVHI/AAAAAAAABSo/kGhUV90waTc/s1600-h/Muppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBZyv-mVHI/AAAAAAAABSo/kGhUV90waTc/s200/Muppet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201756298020279410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Muppet Movie: Original Soundtrack Recording&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a three-year-old I had committed the soundtrack to memory before I ever saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Muppet Movie&lt;/span&gt;, so when my mom took me to a showing at a rerun theater, I embarrassed her by singing along with every song in the loudest voice possible. Considering that it a) is sung by a puppet in a funny voice and b) features a banjo as the primary instrument,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Rainbow Connection&lt;/span&gt; has no right to be as affecting as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4784891951738755245?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4784891951738755245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4784891951738755245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4784891951738755245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4784891951738755245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-kermit-frog-rainbow-connection.html' title='5. Kermit the Frog - The Rainbow Connection'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBZyv-mVHI/AAAAAAAABSo/kGhUV90waTc/s72-c/Muppet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4681730905400736490</id><published>2008-05-18T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:44:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6. Johnny Nash - I Can See Clearly Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBYf_-mVGI/AAAAAAAABSg/2q4_S-Oq-ws/s1600-h/Nash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBYf_-mVGI/AAAAAAAABSg/2q4_S-Oq-ws/s200/Nash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201754876386104418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I Can See Clearly Now&lt;/span&gt; (1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pessimistic about the prospects of you finding a more optimistic song than this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4681730905400736490?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4681730905400736490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4681730905400736490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4681730905400736490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4681730905400736490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-johnny-nash-i-can-see-clearly-now.html' title='6. Johnny Nash - I Can See Clearly Now'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBYf_-mVGI/AAAAAAAABSg/2q4_S-Oq-ws/s72-c/Nash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4824052427887003905</id><published>2008-05-18T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:43:00.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7. The Five Stairsteps - O-o-h Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBW7P-mVFI/AAAAAAAABSY/NWR3p-1sc0I/s1600-h/5+Stairsteps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBW7P-mVFI/AAAAAAAABSY/NWR3p-1sc0I/s200/5+Stairsteps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201753145514284114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O-o-h Child&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aural equivalent of your mom sitting by your bed when you feel sick in the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4824052427887003905?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4824052427887003905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4824052427887003905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4824052427887003905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4824052427887003905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/7-five-stairsteps-o-o-h-child.html' title='7. The Five Stairsteps - O-o-h Child'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBW7P-mVFI/AAAAAAAABSY/NWR3p-1sc0I/s72-c/5+Stairsteps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8146723836380362868</id><published>2008-05-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:42:00.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8. Player - Baby Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBWYf-mVEI/AAAAAAAABSQ/FClgYVtyLg8/s1600-h/Player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBWYf-mVEI/AAAAAAAABSQ/FClgYVtyLg8/s200/Player.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201752548513829954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Player&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue-eyed soul gem, with the message that every wronged lover longs to hear.  Plus, a fun fact for all you daytime television fans. Ronn Moss, bassist for Player, went on to play Ridge on The Bold and the Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8146723836380362868?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8146723836380362868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8146723836380362868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8146723836380362868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8146723836380362868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/8-player-baby-come-back.html' title='8. Player - Baby Come Back'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBWYf-mVEI/AAAAAAAABSQ/FClgYVtyLg8/s72-c/Player.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7157532138180403779</id><published>2008-05-18T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:41:00.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9. Commodores - Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBWBP-mVDI/AAAAAAAABSI/B_LWS4vf5aY/s1600-h/Commodores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBWBP-mVDI/AAAAAAAABSI/B_LWS4vf5aY/s200/Commodores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201752149081871410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commodores&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to recognize Lionel Richie as the king of bridges. His bridges are almost always like separate little songs, with distinct melodies. In this case it's the "I wanna be high / So high..." part. Anyway, this song is a little bit conflicted, because he's basically telling everyone to let him be, but why would a person who's as "easy as Sunday morning" be so stand-offish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7157532138180403779?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7157532138180403779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7157532138180403779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7157532138180403779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7157532138180403779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/9-commodores-easy.html' title='9. Commodores - Easy'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBWBP-mVDI/AAAAAAAABSI/B_LWS4vf5aY/s72-c/Commodores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8662998032619166582</id><published>2008-05-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:40:00.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10. Seals and Crofts - Summer Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBVE_-mVCI/AAAAAAAABSA/3dlSzla_3jk/s1600-h/S+%26+C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBVE_-mVCI/AAAAAAAABSA/3dlSzla_3jk/s200/S+%26+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201751113994753058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer Breeze&lt;/span&gt; (1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer Breeze&lt;/span&gt; sounds like a sad song in the beginning. It always throws me off until it settles into its gentle pastoral message. Musically, it sounds like Cat Stevens jamming with Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8662998032619166582?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8662998032619166582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8662998032619166582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8662998032619166582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8662998032619166582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-seals-and-crofts-summer-breeze.html' title='10. Seals and Crofts - Summer Breeze'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBVE_-mVCI/AAAAAAAABSA/3dlSzla_3jk/s72-c/S+%26+C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7186556546117817417</id><published>2008-05-17T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:07:22.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11. ABBA - Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBULf-mU-I/AAAAAAAABRU/nT9wJGim3zY/s1600-h/ABBA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBULf-mU-I/AAAAAAAABRU/nT9wJGim3zY/s200/ABBA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201750126152274914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrival&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA, JG, RN, EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Eliza summed this one up best: "What drunk doesn't like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/span&gt;? Especially on your birthday when everyone dances around you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7186556546117817417?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7186556546117817417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7186556546117817417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7186556546117817417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7186556546117817417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-abba-dancing-queen.html' title='11. ABBA - Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SDBULf-mU-I/AAAAAAAABRU/nT9wJGim3zY/s72-c/ABBA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7844062881752827144</id><published>2008-05-17T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:51:36.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12. Todd Rundgren - Hello, It's Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7u9v-mU8I/AAAAAAAABRA/ERXsb6LXcPg/s1600-h/Rundgren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7u9v-mU8I/AAAAAAAABRA/ERXsb6LXcPg/s200/Rundgren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201357364277957570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something/Anything? &lt;/span&gt;(1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd Rundgren picked up right where The Beatles and Beach Boys left off with this ultra-melodic easy listening classic. This is another one of those songs the '70s seemed to specialize in, namely the fact that it sounds like a love song but is really a break-up tune.  If you  listen carefully, the singer is basically letting her down easy by pretending it's for her own good: "It's important to me / that you know you are free." Of course, he still wants to hook up occasionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7844062881752827144?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7844062881752827144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7844062881752827144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7844062881752827144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7844062881752827144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/12-todd-rundgren-hello-its-me.html' title='12. Todd Rundgren - Hello, It&apos;s Me'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7u9v-mU8I/AAAAAAAABRA/ERXsb6LXcPg/s72-c/Rundgren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8517567304441674908</id><published>2008-05-17T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:42:00.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13. The Cars - Just What I Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7sfP-mU7I/AAAAAAAABQ4/FVx6MvRKyIs/s1600-h/Cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7sfP-mU7I/AAAAAAAABQ4/FVx6MvRKyIs/s200/Cars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201354641268691890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cars&lt;/span&gt; (1978)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA, JG, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cars took a little bit of a '70s hard rock sensibility, some New Wave cool (especially in Ric Ocasek's detached vocals), the harmonies and production quality of a '60s pop group, and mixed it all together into a completely unique concoction. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just What I Needed&lt;/span&gt; is a perfect example of their appeal to both audiophiles and casual listeners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8517567304441674908?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8517567304441674908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8517567304441674908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8517567304441674908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8517567304441674908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/13-cars-just-what-i-needed.html' title='13. The Cars - Just What I Needed'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7sfP-mU7I/AAAAAAAABQ4/FVx6MvRKyIs/s72-c/Cars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-721444233439347990</id><published>2008-05-17T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:30:30.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14. Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7p9v-mU6I/AAAAAAAABQw/FfWGhAiOjnw/s1600-h/Dylan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7p9v-mU6I/AAAAAAAABQw/FfWGhAiOjnw/s200/Dylan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201351866719818658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood On The Tracks&lt;/span&gt; (1976)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, JG, RN, EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Zimmerman's pop breakthrough.  There's nothing to complain about in this song; from the strong musicianship to the mesmerizing spell of the lyrics it's all solid.  Even Bob's vocal performance is charming, making it one of the few Dylan songs that couldn't be improved by a cover version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-721444233439347990?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/721444233439347990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=721444233439347990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/721444233439347990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/721444233439347990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/14-bob-dylan-tangled-up-in-blue.html' title='14. Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7p9v-mU6I/AAAAAAAABQw/FfWGhAiOjnw/s72-c/Dylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-6972229804926892647</id><published>2008-05-17T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:09:32.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15. Al Green - Let's Stay Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC4KE_-mUyI/AAAAAAAABPw/ZTSTgT2YhtY/s1600-h/Al+Green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC4KE_-mUyI/AAAAAAAABPw/ZTSTgT2YhtY/s200/Al+Green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201105700669248290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's Stay Together&lt;/span&gt; (1972)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA, RN, EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm betting not many girls (or boys) were looking at the album cover as they listened to this song and fantasized that the future Reverend was singing just to them. That cock-eyed, leering look on Al's face kind of ruins the whole sentiment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-6972229804926892647?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/6972229804926892647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=6972229804926892647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/6972229804926892647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/6972229804926892647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/16-al-green-lets-stay-together.html' title='15. Al Green - Let&apos;s Stay Together'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC4KE_-mUyI/AAAAAAAABPw/ZTSTgT2YhtY/s72-c/Al+Green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8737076929541306151</id><published>2008-05-16T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:19:37.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16. Cheap Trick - I Want You To Want Me (live)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7nfP-mU5I/AAAAAAAABQo/tN4IXxTcVNQ/s1600-h/CT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7nfP-mU5I/AAAAAAAABQo/tN4IXxTcVNQ/s200/CT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201349143710552978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Budokan&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA, RN, EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: At least four Cheap Trick album covers feature only the pretty boy members of the band, Robin Zander and Tom Petersson.  The nerdier Rick Neilsen and Bun E. Carlos were relegated to the back. Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Want You To Want Me&lt;/span&gt; is not only a great song, but it's one of the rare cases where a live version of a tune captures the public imagination.  I think it's the thousands of Japanese boys and girls screaming "ah-ah-ah" that puts it over the top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8737076929541306151?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8737076929541306151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8737076929541306151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8737076929541306151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8737076929541306151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/16-cheap-trick-i-want-you-to-want-me.html' title='16. Cheap Trick - I Want You To Want Me (live)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC7nfP-mU5I/AAAAAAAABQo/tN4IXxTcVNQ/s72-c/CT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2338289914900141899</id><published>2008-05-16T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:31:35.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17. Paul McCartney - Maybe I'm Amazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC4DLP-mUxI/AAAAAAAABPo/hxQSaUIJn-w/s1600-h/McCartney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC4DLP-mUxI/AAAAAAAABPo/hxQSaUIJn-w/s200/McCartney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201098111462036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McCartney&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA, SB, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great love song; too bad McCartney had to stab the other Beatles in the back when he released it (he had begged each of the other members to not quit the band and then announced their break-up and the release of his first solo album in one fell swoop).  By the way, the cover is another "Paul is dead" clue. You know the saying "life is just a bowl of cherries"?  Well, they've all spilled out, see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2338289914900141899?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2338289914900141899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2338289914900141899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2338289914900141899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2338289914900141899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/17-paul-mccartney-maybe-im-amazed.html' title='17. Paul McCartney - Maybe I&apos;m Amazed'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC4DLP-mUxI/AAAAAAAABPo/hxQSaUIJn-w/s72-c/McCartney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-5186352902445837261</id><published>2008-05-16T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:58:19.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18. Marvin Gaye - Let's Get It On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC4BCv-mUwI/AAAAAAAABPg/M3kcItuOotI/s1600-h/Marvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC4BCv-mUwI/AAAAAAAABPg/M3kcItuOotI/s200/Marvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201095766409892610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's Get It On&lt;/span&gt; (1973)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA, RN, EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you couldn't tell, we've reached the baby-making section of the list. Paste magazine had some commentary about this song recently. I can't find the exact wording, but it was something to the effect of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's Get It On&lt;/span&gt; could get a polar bear and a toaster to mate." I used to wonder if the line "stop beating 'round the bush" was entendre, but dismissed that as too tawdry for Marvin.  Then I found out he had a song (on this very album, in fact) called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Sure Love To Ball&lt;/span&gt;.  No kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-5186352902445837261?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/5186352902445837261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=5186352902445837261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5186352902445837261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5186352902445837261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/18-marvin-gaye-lets-get-it-on.html' title='18. Marvin Gaye - Let&apos;s Get It On'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC4BCv-mUwI/AAAAAAAABPg/M3kcItuOotI/s72-c/Marvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-9063740201153125495</id><published>2008-05-16T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:41:44.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19. Isaac Hayes - Theme from "Shaft"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC3-u_-mUvI/AAAAAAAABPY/STp6JFc-UmE/s1600-h/Shaft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC3-u_-mUvI/AAAAAAAABPY/STp6JFc-UmE/s200/Shaft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201093228084220658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaft&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That layered groove alone is enough to place it among the best '70s songs, but add in the "damn right"s, "can you dig it"s and "shut your mouth"s and there's really no question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-9063740201153125495?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/9063740201153125495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=9063740201153125495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/9063740201153125495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/9063740201153125495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/19-isaac-hayes-theme-from-shaft.html' title='19. Isaac Hayes - Theme from &quot;Shaft&quot;'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC3-u_-mUvI/AAAAAAAABPY/STp6JFc-UmE/s72-c/Shaft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-5199615215031911836</id><published>2008-05-16T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:38:41.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20. The Delfonics - Didn't I (Blow Your Mind This Time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC38qv-mUuI/AAAAAAAABPQ/9Cs_3JnVa20/s1600-h/The+Delfonics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC38qv-mUuI/AAAAAAAABPQ/9Cs_3JnVa20/s200/The+Delfonics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201090956046521058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Delfonics&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that an album cover photo or a J.C.Penney ad? Either way, as Kyan says, "This is the jam!"  It's the sexiest break-up song ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-5199615215031911836?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/5199615215031911836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=5199615215031911836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5199615215031911836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5199615215031911836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/20-delfonics-didnt-i-blow-your-mind.html' title='20. The Delfonics - Didn&apos;t I (Blow Your Mind This Time)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SC38qv-mUuI/AAAAAAAABPQ/9Cs_3JnVa20/s72-c/The+Delfonics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-5663071723170091441</id><published>2008-05-15T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:33:18.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21. Jackson Browne - The Pretender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCy2H_-mUtI/AAAAAAAABPI/tBmcupaGkwE/s1600-h/Jackson+Browne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCy2H_-mUtI/AAAAAAAABPI/tBmcupaGkwE/s200/Jackson+Browne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200731918255411922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pretender&lt;/span&gt; (1976)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SB, JG, EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pretender&lt;/span&gt; is about growing up.  Specifically it's about those who abandoned the hippie dream of the '60s to answer the siren call of financial security. The name itself -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Pretender &lt;/span&gt;- almost seems to be a condemnation, inferring that the ideals of free love and anti-commercialism were never fully embraced by those who left them behind. The song conveys a definite sense of sadness and regret about this, but at the same time there's an affection for the more conventional life of job, home and family, as shown in the fine lyrical details of everyday life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-5663071723170091441?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/5663071723170091441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=5663071723170091441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5663071723170091441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5663071723170091441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/21-jackson-browne-pretender.html' title='21. Jackson Browne - The Pretender'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCy2H_-mUtI/AAAAAAAABPI/tBmcupaGkwE/s72-c/Jackson+Browne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1158992007814265929</id><published>2008-05-15T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:32:17.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22. Pure Prairie League - Aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCyxev-mUsI/AAAAAAAABPA/QgNNR3FvMO8/s1600-h/PPL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCyxev-mUsI/AAAAAAAABPA/QgNNR3FvMO8/s200/PPL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200726811539296962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bustin' Out&lt;/span&gt; (1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great acoustic country ditty with gorgeous harmonies. But, wow, could the narrator be more wishy-washy? As it starts, it seems he thinks his girl is too clingy, but then we learn she's seeing someone else, and then he says he thinks they should be together, but that it's up to her because he can't make a decision. And dammit, there's no resolution, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1158992007814265929?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1158992007814265929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1158992007814265929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1158992007814265929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1158992007814265929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/22-pure-prairie-league-aime.html' title='22. Pure Prairie League - Aime'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCyxev-mUsI/AAAAAAAABPA/QgNNR3FvMO8/s72-c/PPL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2384811230285270164</id><published>2008-05-15T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:33:42.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23. Ace - How Long?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCywIP-mUrI/AAAAAAAABO4/Ltp4WKgAfh4/s1600-h/Ace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCywIP-mUrI/AAAAAAAABO4/Ltp4WKgAfh4/s200/Ace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200725325480612530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five-A-Side&lt;/span&gt; (1974)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give it up for Paul Carrack! Most people don't know him, but he played for Roxy Music, The Pretenders, and The Smiths.  He joined two other bands and gave them huge hits (Squeeze's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tempted&lt;/span&gt; and Mike + the Mechanics' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silent Running&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Living Years&lt;/span&gt;). Plus, he had his own smash hit in the late '80s with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Shed a Tear&lt;/span&gt;. It all started with Ace.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Long?&lt;/span&gt; is a heartsick ballad that appears to address a cheating lover, but is really about a bandmate who left to join a different band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2384811230285270164?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2384811230285270164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2384811230285270164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2384811230285270164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2384811230285270164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/23-ace-how-long.html' title='23. Ace - How Long?'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCywIP-mUrI/AAAAAAAABO4/Ltp4WKgAfh4/s72-c/Ace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-3505813661778549199</id><published>2008-05-15T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:46:01.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24. Ohio Players - Love Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCyso_-mUqI/AAAAAAAABOw/LN_U_C_wnG8/s1600-h/Ohio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCyso_-mUqI/AAAAAAAABOw/LN_U_C_wnG8/s200/Ohio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200721490074817186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honey&lt;/span&gt; (1975)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great funky track with an undeniable rhythm and horn hook. There's a persistent urban legend that the scream in the middle of the song is the girl on the cover.  The tale says she was disfigured by the fake honey used in the photo, attacked the band members in a fit of rage and was killed in self defense.  Never mind that recording probably would have been stopped had this grisly scene played out as rumored, and never mind that very few bands have cover art completed before they finish recording an album!  Oh, plus, she's still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-3505813661778549199?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/3505813661778549199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=3505813661778549199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3505813661778549199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3505813661778549199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/24-ohio-players-love-rollercoaster.html' title='24. Ohio Players - Love Rollercoaster'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCyso_-mUqI/AAAAAAAABOw/LN_U_C_wnG8/s72-c/Ohio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2641653227909195326</id><published>2008-05-15T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:45:01.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25. The Carpenters - (They Long To Be) Close To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCyqpv-mUpI/AAAAAAAABOo/DJGAcQrKsb8/s1600-h/Carpenters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCyqpv-mUpI/AAAAAAAABOo/DJGAcQrKsb8/s200/Carpenters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200719303936463506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Close To You&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA, SB, KT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think dating someone who could actually attract both birds and celestial bodies to their person would be all that fun, but that's just me.  The best part of this song, besides Karen's hot-tea-with-honey voice, is by far the "waaaaah-ah-ah-ah-ah" ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2641653227909195326?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2641653227909195326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2641653227909195326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2641653227909195326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2641653227909195326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/25-carpenters-they-long-to-be-close-to.html' title='25. The Carpenters - (They Long To Be) Close To You'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCyqpv-mUpI/AAAAAAAABOo/DJGAcQrKsb8/s72-c/Carpenters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-3298398055877980381</id><published>2008-05-14T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:59:51.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26. Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtuHf-mUoI/AAAAAAAABOg/BYon2fnTpm4/s1600-h/Bee+Gees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtuHf-mUoI/AAAAAAAABOg/BYon2fnTpm4/s200/Bee+Gees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200371269851566722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday Night Fever&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like several other artists on the list, The Bee Gees were absolute '70s champs, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stayin' Alive&lt;/span&gt; is their best struttin' song.  Bonus for including both strings and horns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-3298398055877980381?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/3298398055877980381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=3298398055877980381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3298398055877980381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3298398055877980381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/26-bee-gees-stayin-alive.html' title='26. Bee Gees - Stayin&apos; Alive'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtuHf-mUoI/AAAAAAAABOg/BYon2fnTpm4/s72-c/Bee+Gees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-3789583533112721495</id><published>2008-05-14T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:10:44.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27. Carole King - It's Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCttlv-mUnI/AAAAAAAABOY/0rmZrNU_kOo/s1600-h/Carole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCttlv-mUnI/AAAAAAAABOY/0rmZrNU_kOo/s200/Carole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200370690030981746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tapestry&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the songs on this amazing record make me feel like it's a spring Saturday morning with the windows open and a coolish breeze blowing through the house while your mom cleans.  Is that just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-3789583533112721495?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/3789583533112721495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=3789583533112721495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3789583533112721495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3789583533112721495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/27-carole-king-its-too-late.html' title='27. Carole King - It&apos;s Too Late'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCttlv-mUnI/AAAAAAAABOY/0rmZrNU_kOo/s72-c/Carole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7573015418647473552</id><published>2008-05-14T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:10:31.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28. Stevie Wonder - I Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtoZv-mUmI/AAAAAAAABOQ/eF7JRx7RpyA/s1600-h/Stevie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtoZv-mUmI/AAAAAAAABOQ/eF7JRx7RpyA/s200/Stevie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200364986314412642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs In the Key of Life&lt;/span&gt; (1976)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to pick one song to represent Stevie Wonder's prodigious and ridiculously high-quality '70s output.  But we'll try anyway, with a bouncy, affectionate and enlightening remembrance of his childhood days hanging out with friends, playing doctor, using church offering money to buy candy, and tagging walls. Who knew little Stevie was such a rapscallion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7573015418647473552?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7573015418647473552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7573015418647473552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7573015418647473552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7573015418647473552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/28-stevie-wonder-i-wish.html' title='28. Stevie Wonder - I Wish'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtoZv-mUmI/AAAAAAAABOQ/eF7JRx7RpyA/s72-c/Stevie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-3225916847411017472</id><published>2008-05-14T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:46:01.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29. Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons - December 1963 (Oh, What a Night)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtnaf-mUlI/AAAAAAAABOI/73zdHG_QObI/s1600-h/Four+Seasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtnaf-mUlI/AAAAAAAABOI/73zdHG_QObI/s200/Four+Seasons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200363899687686738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who Loves You&lt;/span&gt; (1975)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA, EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think many people are under the impression that this song is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; from 1963.  Alas, it's not.  Instead, it's a nostalgic reminiscence of the night our high-voiced narrator lost his virginity ("and as I recall it ended much too soon").  And seriously, what's up with that album cover?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-3225916847411017472?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/3225916847411017472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=3225916847411017472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3225916847411017472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3225916847411017472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/29-frankie-valli-and-four-seasons.html' title='29. Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons - December 1963 (Oh, What a Night)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtnaf-mUlI/AAAAAAAABOI/73zdHG_QObI/s72-c/Four+Seasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-338039356695022210</id><published>2008-05-14T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:45:00.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30. Earth, Wind &amp; Fire - September</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtk8_-mUkI/AAAAAAAABOA/sM1FEak662Y/s1600-h/EWF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtk8_-mUkI/AAAAAAAABOA/sM1FEak662Y/s200/EWF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200361193858290242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Best of Earth, Wind &amp;amp; Fire, Vol.1&lt;/span&gt; (1978)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few bands to successfully incorporate the comma into their band name.  Joy just radiates off this major chord tale of a fateful first meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-338039356695022210?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/338039356695022210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=338039356695022210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/338039356695022210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/338039356695022210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/30-earth-wind-fire-september.html' title='30. Earth, Wind &amp; Fire - September'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCtk8_-mUkI/AAAAAAAABOA/sM1FEak662Y/s72-c/EWF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-5889088079016568908</id><published>2008-05-13T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:39:00.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31. The Clash - Train In Vain (Stand By Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCojXv-mUjI/AAAAAAAABN4/FFntplsSqSk/s1600-h/Clash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCojXv-mUjI/AAAAAAAABN4/FFntplsSqSk/s200/Clash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200007610675647026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London Calling&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Train In Vain&lt;/span&gt; wasn't even listed on original pressings of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;London Calling&lt;/span&gt;? That pretty much makes it the best bonus track ever, even if that is kind of like being the sanest person in the asylum. Still, a great song with a classic pop melody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-5889088079016568908?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/5889088079016568908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=5889088079016568908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5889088079016568908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5889088079016568908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-clash-train-in-vain-stand-by-me.html' title='31. The Clash - Train In Vain (Stand By Me)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCojXv-mUjI/AAAAAAAABN4/FFntplsSqSk/s72-c/Clash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2426012553886796422</id><published>2008-05-13T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:39:19.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32. Billy Joel - She's Always a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoa5_-mUiI/AAAAAAAABNw/0klmFXUdVAQ/s1600-h/Billy+Joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoa5_-mUiI/AAAAAAAABNw/0klmFXUdVAQ/s200/Billy+Joel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199998303481516578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Stranger&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SB, EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By rights, Billy Joel could have about 1/7 of this list to himself (6 songs alone from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Stranger&lt;/span&gt; are worthy), but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's Always a Woman&lt;/span&gt; won the most votes&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;The song comes on like a love ballad, but is really an unflattering portrait of a frustrating lady (she steals, lies, is never satisfied, etc.). Is the title phrase an indication of misogyny (i.e all women are like this), or is he saying he loves her despite her faults?  You decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2426012553886796422?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2426012553886796422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2426012553886796422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2426012553886796422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2426012553886796422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/32-billy-joel-shes-always-woman.html' title='32. Billy Joel - She&apos;s Always a Woman'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoa5_-mUiI/AAAAAAAABNw/0klmFXUdVAQ/s72-c/Billy+Joel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7316190520691623566</id><published>2008-05-13T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:50:56.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33. Led Zeppelin - Black Dog &amp; Stairway To Heaven (tie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoVlP-mUhI/AAAAAAAABNo/GxwuUt-fqMA/s1600-h/Led.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoVlP-mUhI/AAAAAAAABNo/GxwuUt-fqMA/s200/Led.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199992449441092114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Led Zeppelin IV&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA, EV, RN, JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Dog&lt;/span&gt; is as earthbound and sexy as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stairway to Heaven&lt;/span&gt; is airy and mystical.  My opinion on which is ultimately better depends on the day. But we all remember Damone's advice in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fast Times At Ridgemont High&lt;/span&gt; ("When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on side one of Led Zeppelin IV") so I guess you need a little of both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7316190520691623566?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7316190520691623566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7316190520691623566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7316190520691623566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7316190520691623566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/33-led-zeppelin-black-dog.html' title='33. Led Zeppelin - Black Dog &amp; Stairway To Heaven (tie)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoVlP-mUhI/AAAAAAAABNo/GxwuUt-fqMA/s72-c/Led.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4084561611098622990</id><published>2008-05-13T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:35:28.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34. Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoTHf-mUgI/AAAAAAAABNg/WRGq-0emj4s/s1600-h/Bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoTHf-mUgI/AAAAAAAABNg/WRGq-0emj4s/s200/Bruce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199989739316728322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Born to Run&lt;/span&gt; (1975)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this was '75?! We've come to think of Springsteen as such an '80s phenomenon, but consider that disco and punk hadn't even come along yet when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Born To Run&lt;/span&gt; was released!  It's weird to me. Anyway, even though this is a song written to a Wendy (my soon-to-be wife),&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Born To Run &lt;/span&gt;is really all about the music, especially Clarance Clemons' sax and David Sancious' piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4084561611098622990?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4084561611098622990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4084561611098622990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4084561611098622990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4084561611098622990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/34-bruce-springsteen-born-to-run.html' title='34. Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoTHf-mUgI/AAAAAAAABNg/WRGq-0emj4s/s72-c/Bruce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7661335011613386645</id><published>2008-05-13T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:59:06.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35. Joe Jackson - Is She Really Going Out With Him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoQ-f-mUfI/AAAAAAAABNY/mOEb8Tb9Lm4/s1600-h/Joe+Jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoQ-f-mUfI/AAAAAAAABNY/mOEb8Tb9Lm4/s200/Joe+Jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199987385674650098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look Sharp!&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was chronically single, I still felt like I was a pretty good catch.  The girls I liked rarely agreed; instead it seems like they'd always be interested in total jackanapes. When confronted with these situations, without fail I'd sing this in my head and get my smile back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7661335011613386645?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7661335011613386645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7661335011613386645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7661335011613386645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7661335011613386645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/35-joe-jackson-is-she-really-going-out.html' title='35. Joe Jackson - Is She Really Going Out With Him?'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCoQ-f-mUfI/AAAAAAAABNY/mOEb8Tb9Lm4/s72-c/Joe+Jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7168653283068315297</id><published>2008-05-12T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:58:40.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36. John Denver - Thank God I'm A Country Boy (live)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCjFgf-mUeI/AAAAAAAABNQ/WLvxtsD9trc/s1600-h/JD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCjFgf-mUeI/AAAAAAAABNQ/WLvxtsD9trc/s200/JD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199622931929780706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Evening with John Denver&lt;/span&gt; (1975)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you always found John Denver a little bit strange? Did you know he was born in Roswell, New Mexico?  Something to think about.  Anyway, even though he didn't write it, the live version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God I'm A Country Boy&lt;/span&gt; sums up Henry Deutschendorf's appeal better than any of his other tunes (save maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rocky Mountain High&lt;/span&gt;, which just isn't as fun).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7168653283068315297?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7168653283068315297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7168653283068315297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7168653283068315297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7168653283068315297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/36-john-denver-thank-god-im-country-boy.html' title='36. John Denver - Thank God I&apos;m A Country Boy (live)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCjFgf-mUeI/AAAAAAAABNQ/WLvxtsD9trc/s72-c/JD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1624189151585429470</id><published>2008-05-12T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:00:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37. America - Tin Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi_Cv-mUcI/AAAAAAAABNA/P26k8Yhs9lo/s1600-h/America.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi_Cv-mUcI/AAAAAAAABNA/P26k8Yhs9lo/s200/America.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199615823758905794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt; (1974)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA, EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a definite obsession with the Wizard of Oz mythos in the  '70s, wasn't there?  From &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Wiz&lt;/span&gt; to Elton John's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye Yellow Brick Road&lt;/span&gt; to the cover or Electric Light Orchestra's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eldorado&lt;/span&gt; album to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Side of the Moon&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyway, can anyone tell me what this song is about?  I'm serious, I have no idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1624189151585429470?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1624189151585429470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1624189151585429470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1624189151585429470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1624189151585429470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/37-america-tin-man.html' title='37. America - Tin Man'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi_Cv-mUcI/AAAAAAAABNA/P26k8Yhs9lo/s72-c/America.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-5424118270264048926</id><published>2008-05-12T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:18:25.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38. Chicago - 25 or 6 to 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi83_-mUbI/AAAAAAAABM4/FFzxXBDgWp0/s1600-h/Chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi83_-mUbI/AAAAAAAABM4/FFzxXBDgWp0/s200/Chicago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199613440052056498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several Chicago songs were nominated, but after ending up in traffic behind a van with the license plates 25OR64, I decided this one deserved the nod. Anyway, this really is the best representative of the band as it started out, strangely ambitious and unclassifiable.  It's also kind of a meta-listening experience since the song is about trying to write a song!  I guess it worked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-5424118270264048926?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/5424118270264048926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=5424118270264048926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5424118270264048926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5424118270264048926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/38-chicago-25-or-6-to-4.html' title='38. Chicago - 25 or 6 to 4'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi83_-mUbI/AAAAAAAABM4/FFzxXBDgWp0/s72-c/Chicago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8998983543405835083</id><published>2008-05-12T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:21:23.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39. Talking Heads - Psycho Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi6rf-mUaI/AAAAAAAABMw/3Km73ZLlvNQ/s1600-h/TH77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi6rf-mUaI/AAAAAAAABMw/3Km73ZLlvNQ/s200/TH77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199611026280436130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talking Heads '77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, Jerry, Chris and Tina's nerd dance music appeal is summed up in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psycho Killer&lt;/span&gt;: strange French phrases, squeamish subject matter, yelped vocals, undeniable rhythm. If you didn't like this song, chances were you wouldn't like anything the band did in its next 11 years of existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8998983543405835083?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8998983543405835083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8998983543405835083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8998983543405835083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8998983543405835083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/39-talking-heads-psycho-killer.html' title='39. Talking Heads - Psycho Killer'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi6rf-mUaI/AAAAAAAABMw/3Km73ZLlvNQ/s72-c/TH77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-9157169592556958405</id><published>2008-05-12T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:31:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40. Carly Simon - You're So Vain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi6P_-mUZI/AAAAAAAABMo/fPxsVCJw_W8/s1600-h/Carly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi6P_-mUZI/AAAAAAAABMo/fPxsVCJw_W8/s200/Carly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199610553834033554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Secrets&lt;/span&gt; (1972)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, SB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly was pretty clever on this one, making either a denial or admission of guilt incriminating.  She also set off a decades-spanning guessing game that still hasn't been given a final answer.  If it really is about Mick Jagger, then she deserves even more props for getting him to provide back-up vocals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-9157169592556958405?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/9157169592556958405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=9157169592556958405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/9157169592556958405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/9157169592556958405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/40-carly-simon-youre-so-vain.html' title='40. Carly Simon - You&apos;re So Vain'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCi6P_-mUZI/AAAAAAAABMo/fPxsVCJw_W8/s72-c/Carly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4607522019485763916</id><published>2008-05-10T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:32:26.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>41. Derek and the Dominoes - Layla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCYNhj29QOI/AAAAAAAABMI/RdX9Fx5rCJg/s1600-h/Derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCYNhj29QOI/AAAAAAAABMI/RdX9Fx5rCJg/s200/Derek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198857690058408162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs &lt;/span&gt;(1970)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric Clapton's finest hour is a tortured ode to George Harrison's then-wife Pattie. Once again proving the power of rock, it actually worked and she left Harrison and ended up marrying Slowhand.  It didn't last, but still...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4607522019485763916?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4607522019485763916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4607522019485763916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4607522019485763916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4607522019485763916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/41-derek-and-dominoes-layla.html' title='41. Derek and the Dominoes - Layla'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCYNhj29QOI/AAAAAAAABMI/RdX9Fx5rCJg/s72-c/Derek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1313039247621841174</id><published>2008-05-10T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:00:17.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>42. George Harrison - What Is Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX4fj29QMI/AAAAAAAABL4/Gl3Josj5_Ok/s1600-h/George+Harrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX4fj29QMI/AAAAAAAABL4/Gl3Josj5_Ok/s200/George+Harrison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198834565954486466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Things Must Pass&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: PA, JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrison wrote more than just his two or three song allotment on every Beatles album, so when the time came to make his first solo record, he had a treasure trove to choose from.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What Is Life&lt;/span&gt; is an especially shiny and valuable bauble.  It's driven by surprisingly muscular horns and a locked-in rhythm section.  It also may have single-handedly inspired the Christian rock genre, with lyrics that could refer to a lover or Jesus himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1313039247621841174?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1313039247621841174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1313039247621841174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1313039247621841174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1313039247621841174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/42-george-harrison-what-is-life.html' title='42. George Harrison - What Is Life'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX4fj29QMI/AAAAAAAABL4/Gl3Josj5_Ok/s72-c/George+Harrison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8622719827366052999</id><published>2008-05-10T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:16:01.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>43. Steely Dan - Reelin' In the Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX3WT29QLI/AAAAAAAABLw/7fX1jV2u1EQ/s1600-h/Steely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX3WT29QLI/AAAAAAAABLw/7fX1jV2u1EQ/s200/Steely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198833307529068722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't Buy a Thrill&lt;/span&gt; (1972)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA, RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the crisp production and instrumentation, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reelin' In the Years&lt;/span&gt; is not terribly representative of Chevy Chase's old band. They definitely got more obtuse and jazzy as they progressed, so this one stands as one of their few genuine rock numbers.  Dig that solo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8622719827366052999?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8622719827366052999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8622719827366052999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8622719827366052999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8622719827366052999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/43-steely-dan-reelin-in-years.html' title='43. Steely Dan - Reelin&apos; In the Years'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX3WT29QLI/AAAAAAAABLw/7fX1jV2u1EQ/s72-c/Steely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8564845121367321561</id><published>2008-05-10T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:46:00.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>44. Randy Newman - Political Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX2tD29QKI/AAAAAAAABLo/jjVBZ0d__qA/s1600-h/Randy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX2tD29QKI/AAAAAAAABLo/jjVBZ0d__qA/s200/Randy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198832598859464866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sail Away&lt;/span&gt; (1972)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many a protest song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Political Science&lt;/span&gt; is eerily and unfortunately applicable to our current times.  In it, Randy suggests the U.S.A. drop the A-bomb on every other country so no one will disagree with us.  If you can remove it from the fact that Dick Cheney probably listens to this without recognizing the satire, it's actually a very funny song, especially when Newman suggests we save Australia because of the kangaroos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8564845121367321561?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8564845121367321561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8564845121367321561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8564845121367321561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8564845121367321561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/44-randy-newman-political-science.html' title='44. Randy Newman - Political Science'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX2tD29QKI/AAAAAAAABLo/jjVBZ0d__qA/s72-c/Randy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1795604118753560710</id><published>2008-05-10T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:45:01.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>45. Marvin Gaye - Mercy, Mercy Me (The Ecology)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX2WT29QJI/AAAAAAAABLg/IKE1qY6sH84/s1600-h/Marvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX2WT29QJI/AAAAAAAABLg/IKE1qY6sH84/s200/Marvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198832208017440914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's Going On&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or does the '70s have an inordinate number of songs that are just as topical today as they were then? Here Marvin rues oil spills, air pollution, radiation and over-population taxing our natural resources. They were inconvenient truths back then too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1795604118753560710?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1795604118753560710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1795604118753560710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1795604118753560710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1795604118753560710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/45-marvin-gaye-mercy-mercy-me-ecology.html' title='45. Marvin Gaye - Mercy, Mercy Me (The Ecology)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX2WT29QJI/AAAAAAAABLg/IKE1qY6sH84/s72-c/Marvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7903373029955020787</id><published>2008-05-10T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:44:01.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>46. Fleetwood Mac - The Chain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX15D29QII/AAAAAAAABLY/sex83-fqN_s/s1600-h/FM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX15D29QII/AAAAAAAABLY/sex83-fqN_s/s200/FM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198831705506267266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rumours&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there are a lot of other worthy Fleetwood Mac songs that we could have chosen, but to my ear, none represents the band quite as well as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Chain&lt;/span&gt;.  That's because every single player contributes their "A" game.  Lindsey and Stevie sing the verses in harmony, Christine provides her trademark angelic background vocals, John gets the rare bass solo that isn't superfluous, and Mick is the MVP of the final minute, providing a breakneck tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7903373029955020787?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7903373029955020787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7903373029955020787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7903373029955020787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7903373029955020787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/46-fleetwood-mac-chain.html' title='46. Fleetwood Mac - The Chain'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX15D29QII/AAAAAAAABLY/sex83-fqN_s/s72-c/FM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4049619539148125880</id><published>2008-05-10T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:43:00.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>47. Jackson Browne - Doctor My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX1dD29QHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/MWFeIRNJVCA/s1600-h/Jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX1dD29QHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/MWFeIRNJVCA/s200/Jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198831224469930098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturate Before Using &lt;/span&gt;(1972)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song about someone waking up from their self-imposed ambivalence and apathy.  It's a striking message, but I prefer to concentrate on the pretty harmonies and the chugging bass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4049619539148125880?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4049619539148125880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4049619539148125880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4049619539148125880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4049619539148125880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/47-jackson-browne-doctor-my-eyes.html' title='47. Jackson Browne - Doctor My Eyes'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX1dD29QHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/MWFeIRNJVCA/s72-c/Jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7863120907793786146</id><published>2008-05-10T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:42:01.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>48. Elton John - Your Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX0MT29QGI/AAAAAAAABLI/YQFzY2OQ_W0/s1600-h/Elton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX0MT29QGI/AAAAAAAABLI/YQFzY2OQ_W0/s200/Elton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198829837195493474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elton John&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's amazing is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Song&lt;/span&gt; represents only the beginning of the cavalcade of Elton John hits in the '70s, '80s and '90s.  If I were in his sparkly platform shoes and had written a song this good, I would have never tried to write another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7863120907793786146?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7863120907793786146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7863120907793786146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7863120907793786146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7863120907793786146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/48-elton-john-your-song.html' title='48. Elton John - Your Song'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX0MT29QGI/AAAAAAAABLI/YQFzY2OQ_W0/s72-c/Elton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4990686808552685777</id><published>2008-05-10T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:41:01.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>49. Simon and Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCXz1D29QFI/AAAAAAAABLA/KeiZZx5Hm9M/s1600-h/Simon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCXz1D29QFI/AAAAAAAABLA/KeiZZx5Hm9M/s200/Simon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198829437763534930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge Over Troubled Water&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best aspect of this secular hymn - besides the beautiful devotional lyrics - is the way it builds.  Art's airy voice barely audible at first, but with each moment he gains confidence and volume, as if he believes his own words more and more as he says them.  By the end, we're nearly overwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4990686808552685777?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4990686808552685777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4990686808552685777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4990686808552685777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4990686808552685777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/49-simon-and-garfunkel-bridge-over.html' title='49. Simon and Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCXz1D29QFI/AAAAAAAABLA/KeiZZx5Hm9M/s72-c/Simon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-5557028736644594777</id><published>2008-05-10T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:40:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50. The O'Jays - Back Stabbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX_dT29QNI/AAAAAAAABMA/1A7PMaTTdQU/s1600-h/O%27Jays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX_dT29QNI/AAAAAAAABMA/1A7PMaTTdQU/s200/O%27Jays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198842223881175250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back Stabbers&lt;/span&gt; (1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What they do?" The finest Philly soul available takes the prospect of your girl cheating on you with one of your friends and makes it catchy and danceable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-5557028736644594777?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/5557028736644594777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=5557028736644594777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5557028736644594777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5557028736644594777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/50-ojays-back-stabbers.html' title='50. The O&apos;Jays - Back Stabbers'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCX_dT29QNI/AAAAAAAABMA/1A7PMaTTdQU/s72-c/O%27Jays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-5563096110707670595</id><published>2008-05-09T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:00:39.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51. David Bowie - Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCOCVKdUu7I/AAAAAAAABK4/-HAv_j0V9UI/s1600-h/David+Bowie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCOCVKdUu7I/AAAAAAAABK4/-HAv_j0V9UI/s200/David+Bowie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198141695011896242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy and majestic Romeo and Juliet tale of doomed lovers from different sides of Berlin.  The quintessential basically-ignored-at-the-time-but-later-becomes-beloved song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-5563096110707670595?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/5563096110707670595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=5563096110707670595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5563096110707670595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5563096110707670595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/51-david-bowie-heroes.html' title='51. David Bowie - Heroes'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCOCVKdUu7I/AAAAAAAABK4/-HAv_j0V9UI/s72-c/David+Bowie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-3811409547185945500</id><published>2008-05-09T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:42:05.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>52. Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCOBKadUu5I/AAAAAAAABKo/6EvgXjrzltM/s1600-h/Roberta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCOBKadUu5I/AAAAAAAABKo/6EvgXjrzltM/s200/Roberta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198140410816674706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killing Me Softly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(1973)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you ask, this swooning song is about singer/songwriter Don McLean, but it wasn't written by Roberta herself.  Instead it was originated by a woman named Lori Lieberman, who was so moved by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Pie&lt;/span&gt; man's stage presence she wrote a poem about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-3811409547185945500?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/3811409547185945500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=3811409547185945500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3811409547185945500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3811409547185945500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/52-roberta-flack-killing-me-softly.html' title='52. Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCOBKadUu5I/AAAAAAAABKo/6EvgXjrzltM/s72-c/Roberta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8048767549558473693</id><published>2008-05-09T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:47:02.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>53. Michael Jackson - Rock With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN_8adUu3I/AAAAAAAABKY/kOuSSfUBQJE/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN_8adUu3I/AAAAAAAABKY/kOuSSfUBQJE/s200/MJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198139070786878322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off the Wall &lt;/span&gt;(1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way to listen to this great tune (and basically anything else Michael released between 1979 and 1991) without feeling just a bit melancholy and sad about how it has all turned out?  Anyway, go ahead and just try to stay off the dance floor when the DJ plays this jam.  Try it, I'll wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8048767549558473693?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8048767549558473693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8048767549558473693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8048767549558473693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8048767549558473693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/53-michael-jackson-rock-with-you.html' title='53. Michael Jackson - Rock With You'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN_8adUu3I/AAAAAAAABKY/kOuSSfUBQJE/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-954706730869302896</id><published>2008-05-09T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:46:01.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>54. Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN_rKdUu2I/AAAAAAAABKQ/9fZpOZIOdPo/s1600-h/Peter+G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN_rKdUu2I/AAAAAAAABKQ/9fZpOZIOdPo/s200/Peter+G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198138774434134882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter Gabriel&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A refreshing pop oasis in the middle of Peter Gabriel's experimental first album, this is the song that launched a thousand movie trailers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-954706730869302896?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/954706730869302896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=954706730869302896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/954706730869302896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/954706730869302896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/54-peter-gabriel-solsbury-hill.html' title='54. Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN_rKdUu2I/AAAAAAAABKQ/9fZpOZIOdPo/s72-c/Peter+G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2781077807243863413</id><published>2008-05-09T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:45:02.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>55. The Temptations - Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN_Y6dUu1I/AAAAAAAABKI/fMfQhMTeeyg/s1600-h/Temptations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN_Y6dUu1I/AAAAAAAABKI/fMfQhMTeeyg/s200/Temptations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198138460901522258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sky's the Limit&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising because it was a return to the Temptations' classic sound in the midst of their psychedelic time.  Most casual observers would probably guess that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just My Imagination &lt;/span&gt;came out 10 years earlier than it actually did.  The Rolling Stones covered it a short 7 years later, proving its durability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2781077807243863413?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2781077807243863413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2781077807243863413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2781077807243863413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2781077807243863413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/55-temptations-just-my-imagination.html' title='55. The Temptations - Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN_Y6dUu1I/AAAAAAAABKI/fMfQhMTeeyg/s72-c/Temptations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1208445453054253884</id><published>2008-05-08T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:26:10.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>56. James Taylor - Fire and Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN-HKdUuxI/AAAAAAAABJo/7rc2DKMvBFQ/s1600-h/JT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN-HKdUuxI/AAAAAAAABJo/7rc2DKMvBFQ/s200/JT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198137056447216402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sweet Baby James &lt;/span&gt;(1970)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT's gentle reaction to a friend's death is aural equivalent being wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with a hot beverage and a good book on a snowy day.  This is music at its most powerful, making something almost joyful out of sadness, not by ignoring but by facing and embracing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1208445453054253884?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1208445453054253884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1208445453054253884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1208445453054253884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1208445453054253884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/56-james-taylor-fire-and-rain.html' title='56. James Taylor - Fire and Rain'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN-HKdUuxI/AAAAAAAABJo/7rc2DKMvBFQ/s72-c/JT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8503407132008455589</id><published>2008-05-08T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:25:55.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>57. The Spinners - I'll Be Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN9pKdUuuI/AAAAAAAABJQ/0z5lnpCsXOU/s1600-h/Spinners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN9pKdUuuI/AAAAAAAABJQ/0z5lnpCsXOU/s200/Spinners.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198136541051140834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Spinners &lt;/span&gt;(1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philly soul pioneer Thom Bell teamed up with 5-man vocal group (the likes of which were quickly becoming outdated) and managed to make something immediate, relevant and classic.  The lyrics are a picture of dedication, managing to avoid a stalkerish sentiment.  Instead, it's like someone saying "I'm there for you" and we all know how well that works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8503407132008455589?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8503407132008455589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8503407132008455589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8503407132008455589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8503407132008455589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/57-spinners-ill-be-around.html' title='57. The Spinners - I&apos;ll Be Around'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN9pKdUuuI/AAAAAAAABJQ/0z5lnpCsXOU/s72-c/Spinners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1311223220227739718</id><published>2008-05-08T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:25:42.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>58. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - American Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN9DqdUuqI/AAAAAAAABIw/cY6HMKvA4Lg/s1600-h/Tom+P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN9DqdUuqI/AAAAAAAABIw/cY6HMKvA4Lg/s200/Tom+P.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198135896806046370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think Mike Campbell ever gets tired of playing that ringing guitar riff?  Me neither.  Tom and his Heartbreakers obviously had a very clear vision from the beginning, considering how assured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Girl &lt;/span&gt;sounds.  All of the qualities that made them beloved are already there: harmony, rhythm, lyrics, energy, everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1311223220227739718?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1311223220227739718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1311223220227739718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1311223220227739718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1311223220227739718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/58-tom-petty-and-heartbreakers-american.html' title='58. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers - American Girl'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN9DqdUuqI/AAAAAAAABIw/cY6HMKvA4Lg/s72-c/Tom+P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1201358707903334344</id><published>2008-05-08T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:18:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>59. Elvis Costello and the Attractions - Pump It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN84KdUupI/AAAAAAAABIo/rZ9YlSgqb8A/s1600-h/Elvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN84KdUupI/AAAAAAAABIo/rZ9YlSgqb8A/s200/Elvis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198135699237550738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Year's Model &lt;/span&gt;(1978)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pump It Up&lt;/span&gt; is like a bowl of Lucky Charms: It doesn't have much substance, but it's fun and will give you an energy rush. Elvis spits out nice sounding nonsense, and MVP Steve Nieve anchors it all with a carnival organ line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN8cadUunI/AAAAAAAABIY/rM673I9sQ7o/s1600-h/Elvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1201358707903334344?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1201358707903334344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1201358707903334344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1201358707903334344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1201358707903334344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/59-elvis-costello-and-attractions-pump.html' title='59. Elvis Costello and the Attractions - Pump It Up'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN84KdUupI/AAAAAAAABIo/rZ9YlSgqb8A/s72-c/Elvis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8938173932730195886</id><published>2008-05-08T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:18:41.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60. Van Halen - Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN8m6dUuoI/AAAAAAAABIg/XIQMuW4NzwE/s1600-h/VH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN8m6dUuoI/AAAAAAAABIg/XIQMuW4NzwE/s200/VH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198135402884807298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Van Halen &lt;/span&gt;(1978)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he ain't talking about love, but what is he talking about?  It doesn't really matter, because this a 3 minute and 49 second evolution of rock 'n' roll: heavy, driving, squirmy, but also undeniably poppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8938173932730195886?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8938173932730195886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8938173932730195886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8938173932730195886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8938173932730195886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/60-van-halen-aint-talkin-bout-love.html' title='60. Van Halen - Ain&apos;t Talkin&apos; &apos;Bout Love'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCN8m6dUuoI/AAAAAAAABIg/XIQMuW4NzwE/s72-c/VH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8935316515186265946</id><published>2008-05-06T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:25:02.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>61. The Emotions - The Best of My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDohctV1MI/AAAAAAAABH4/aSTxwhXcDsg/s1600-h/Emotions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDohctV1MI/AAAAAAAABH4/aSTxwhXcDsg/s200/Emotions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197409631325246658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rejoice&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Earth, Wind &amp;amp; Fire was fronted by three sassy ladies with iron-clad pipes?  You'd end up with this classic roller skating jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8935316515186265946?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8935316515186265946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8935316515186265946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8935316515186265946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8935316515186265946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/61-emotions-best-of-my-love.html' title='61. The Emotions - The Best of My Love'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDohctV1MI/AAAAAAAABH4/aSTxwhXcDsg/s72-c/Emotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-5825526243989118844</id><published>2008-05-06T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:20:33.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>62. Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDnh8tV1LI/AAAAAAAABHw/IUdtSQ-OE9U/s1600-h/Bill+Withers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDnh8tV1LI/AAAAAAAABHw/IUdtSQ-OE9U/s200/Bill+Withers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197408540403553458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just As I Am&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pop music version of a haiku, two minutes long, stark and economical.  Go do yourself a favor and buy a Bill Withers album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-5825526243989118844?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/5825526243989118844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=5825526243989118844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5825526243989118844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5825526243989118844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/62-bill-withers-aint-no-sunshine.html' title='62. Bill Withers - Ain&apos;t No Sunshine'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDnh8tV1LI/AAAAAAAABHw/IUdtSQ-OE9U/s72-c/Bill+Withers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2336822233780225364</id><published>2008-05-06T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:17:54.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>63. Hall &amp; Oates - She's Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDnDMtV1KI/AAAAAAAABHo/O0WkKNeb5gA/s1600-h/Hall+%26+Oates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDnDMtV1KI/AAAAAAAABHo/O0WkKNeb5gA/s200/Hall+%26+Oates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197408012122576034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abandoned Luncheonette &lt;/span&gt;(1973)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; look at the lyrics of this one. Daryl was one tortured fellow following a 1972 divorce: "Up in the morning, look at the mirror / I'm as worn as her toothbrush hanging in the stand / My face ain't looking any younger / Now I can see love's taken her toll on me." Anyway, do I need to tell you again how Hall &amp;amp; Oates are the still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; standard-bearers of white soul? Good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2336822233780225364?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2336822233780225364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2336822233780225364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2336822233780225364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2336822233780225364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/63-hall-oates-shes-gone.html' title='63. Hall &amp; Oates - She&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDnDMtV1KI/AAAAAAAABHo/O0WkKNeb5gA/s72-c/Hall+%26+Oates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8230526729803858504</id><published>2008-05-06T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:09:28.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>64. Kenny Loggins - This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDkb8tV1JI/AAAAAAAABHg/k1G8kEIsb18/s1600-h/Kenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDkb8tV1JI/AAAAAAAABHg/k1G8kEIsb18/s200/Kenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197405138789454994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep The Fire&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The '70s in a less than 4 minutes: Funk, soul, pop, jazz and disco, plus Michael McDonald!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8230526729803858504?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8230526729803858504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8230526729803858504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8230526729803858504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8230526729803858504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/64-kenny-loggins-this-is-it.html' title='64. Kenny Loggins - This Is It'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDkb8tV1JI/AAAAAAAABHg/k1G8kEIsb18/s72-c/Kenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-6174446004674288070</id><published>2008-05-06T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:03:05.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>65. Van Morrison - Into The Mystic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDhCstV1II/AAAAAAAABHY/aizei-bX_lU/s1600-h/Van+Morrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDhCstV1II/AAAAAAAABHY/aizei-bX_lU/s200/Van+Morrison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197401406462874754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moondance&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marvelous sea shanty with a jazzy funky soulfulness. They simply have to use this song on Lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-6174446004674288070?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/6174446004674288070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=6174446004674288070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/6174446004674288070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/6174446004674288070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/65-van-morrison-into-mystic.html' title='65. Van Morrison - Into The Mystic'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDhCstV1II/AAAAAAAABHY/aizei-bX_lU/s72-c/Van+Morrison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2693296935099653897</id><published>2008-05-06T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:50:46.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>66. The Flamin' Groovies - Shake Some Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDfYctV1HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/A9qoRzpdGaw/s1600-h/Flamin%27+Groovies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDfYctV1HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/A9qoRzpdGaw/s200/Flamin%27+Groovies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197399581101773938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shake Some Action&lt;/span&gt; (1976)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great raw power pop.  Seems strange to say 30 years on, but the song (and album cover) were obviously an attempt to recapture the British Invasion sound of the mid-'60s.  Mission accomplished on that! Cracker covered the song on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Clueless&lt;/span&gt; soundtrack in their own throwback attempt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2693296935099653897?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2693296935099653897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2693296935099653897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2693296935099653897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2693296935099653897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/66-flamin-groovies-shake-some-action.html' title='66. The Flamin&apos; Groovies - Shake Some Action'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDfYctV1HI/AAAAAAAABHQ/A9qoRzpdGaw/s72-c/Flamin%27+Groovies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8166448776277690577</id><published>2008-05-06T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:43:43.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>67. KC and the Sunshine Band - (Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDeAMtV1GI/AAAAAAAABHI/R-TX5uKOdTA/s1600-h/KC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDeAMtV1GI/AAAAAAAABHI/R-TX5uKOdTA/s200/KC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197398064978318434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt; (1976)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually turned off by instructional songs, but if this one hits me in just the right mood, I'll comply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8166448776277690577?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8166448776277690577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8166448776277690577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8166448776277690577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8166448776277690577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/67-kc-and-sunshine-band-shake-shake.html' title='67. KC and the Sunshine Band - (Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDeAMtV1GI/AAAAAAAABHI/R-TX5uKOdTA/s72-c/KC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1183478849668249809</id><published>2008-05-06T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:58:06.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>68. The Eagles - One of These Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDa2MtV1FI/AAAAAAAABHA/Wq_odVcXAoc/s1600-h/Eagles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDa2MtV1FI/AAAAAAAABHA/Wq_odVcXAoc/s200/Eagles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197394594644743250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of These Nights&lt;/span&gt; (1975)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me how it's physically possible to sing and play drums at the same time?  I'm just asking...  Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of These Nights&lt;/span&gt; is vaguely menacing on the verses, and then breaks into a Bee Gees-worthy chorus.  Don Henley and Randy Meisner trade off vocals and the band lets loose and jams on the end, making it one of their most carefree and enjoyable singles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1183478849668249809?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1183478849668249809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1183478849668249809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1183478849668249809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1183478849668249809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/68-eagles-one-of-these-nights.html' title='68. The Eagles - One of These Nights'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDa2MtV1FI/AAAAAAAABHA/Wq_odVcXAoc/s72-c/Eagles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1528108294722029756</id><published>2008-05-06T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:41:09.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>69. Prince - I Wanna Be Your Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDYxstV1EI/AAAAAAAABG4/aI2_mXEzkrs/s1600-h/Price.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDYxstV1EI/AAAAAAAABG4/aI2_mXEzkrs/s200/Price.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197392318312076354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prince&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Wave pop synth tune with a little bit of funk and some serious sexuality.  Prince is almost bursting as he states, "I wanna be the only one you come for!" There are stories of women getting pregnant from just listening to this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1528108294722029756?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1528108294722029756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1528108294722029756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1528108294722029756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1528108294722029756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/69-prince-i-wanna-be-your-lover.html' title='69. Prince - I Wanna Be Your Lover'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDYxstV1EI/AAAAAAAABG4/aI2_mXEzkrs/s72-c/Price.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-5050845512778529416</id><published>2008-05-06T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:40:00.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>70. Ramones - Cretin Hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDRa8tV1DI/AAAAAAAABGw/P8wq6I9Kq6c/s1600-h/Ramones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDRa8tV1DI/AAAAAAAABGw/P8wq6I9Kq6c/s200/Ramones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197384230888657970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocket to Russia&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Beach Boys had grown up in New York and never made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pet Sounds&lt;/span&gt;, they would have been the Ramones.  There's nothing especially notable about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cretin Hop&lt;/span&gt; when compared to the rest of the bands' catalog, but that was kind of the whole point, wasn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-5050845512778529416?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/5050845512778529416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=5050845512778529416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5050845512778529416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5050845512778529416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/70-ramones-cretin-hop.html' title='70. Ramones - Cretin Hop'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SCDRa8tV1DI/AAAAAAAABGw/P8wq6I9Kq6c/s72-c/Ramones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-3979433648109983372</id><published>2008-05-05T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:49:00.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>71. Joni Mitchell - Help Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-LOstV1AI/AAAAAAAABGY/6VRiog66hxY/s1600-h/Joni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-LOstV1AI/AAAAAAAABGY/6VRiog66hxY/s200/Joni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197025579644605442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Court and Spark&lt;/span&gt; (1974)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snapshot of the '70s California singer-songwriter sound: laid-back but immaculate performances and production. The best line, "And you love your lovin' / but not like you love your freedom" shows that Joni knows she's in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-3979433648109983372?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/3979433648109983372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=3979433648109983372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3979433648109983372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3979433648109983372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/71-joni-mitchell-help-me.html' title='71. Joni Mitchell - Help Me'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-LOstV1AI/AAAAAAAABGY/6VRiog66hxY/s72-c/Joni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1727519008277895633</id><published>2008-05-05T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:48:00.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>72. Billy Preston - Nothing From Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-KKctV0_I/AAAAAAAABGQ/PlsfDssAatI/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-KKctV0_I/AAAAAAAABGQ/PlsfDssAatI/s200/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197024407118533618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kids &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt; (1974)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 16th Beatle shows off a good grasp of math concepts on this infectiously bouncy number one hit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1727519008277895633?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1727519008277895633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1727519008277895633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1727519008277895633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1727519008277895633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/72-billy-preston-nothing-from-nothing.html' title='72. Billy Preston - Nothing From Nothing'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-KKctV0_I/AAAAAAAABGQ/PlsfDssAatI/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2700273119798154836</id><published>2008-05-05T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:47:00.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>73. The Who - Won't Get Fooled Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-HsstV09I/AAAAAAAABGA/-C_Xdj-wAMU/s1600-h/Who.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-HsstV09I/AAAAAAAABGA/-C_Xdj-wAMU/s200/Who.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197021696994169810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's Next&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, that has to be one of the best album covers of the '70s, right?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's Next&lt;/span&gt; was "A" game all around; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't Get Fooled Again&lt;/span&gt; is arguably not even the best song on the record.  Even so, Pete was in the zone with that keyboard stuff, Roger shredded the microphone, and John was in the pocket, and Keith wore out his drum skins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2700273119798154836?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2700273119798154836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2700273119798154836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2700273119798154836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2700273119798154836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/73-who-wont-get-fooled-again.html' title='73. The Who - Won&apos;t Get Fooled Again'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-HsstV09I/AAAAAAAABGA/-C_Xdj-wAMU/s72-c/Who.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1862148780453357942</id><published>2008-05-05T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:46:00.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>74. Dolly Parton - Here You Come Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-G48tV08I/AAAAAAAABF4/52pLLVWlUNk/s1600-h/Dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-G48tV08I/AAAAAAAABF4/52pLLVWlUNk/s200/Dolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197020807935939522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here You Come Again&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Dolly's pop crossover singles, it sounds more like Carly Simon than country. Maybe that's because Dolly (who we should all know by now is a talented songwriter) didn't compose it.  That was Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil, who also wrote (among many others) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Broadway&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Gonna Let You Go&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere Out There&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1862148780453357942?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1862148780453357942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1862148780453357942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1862148780453357942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1862148780453357942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/74-dolly-parton-here-you-come-again.html' title='74. Dolly Parton - Here You Come Again'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-G48tV08I/AAAAAAAABF4/52pLLVWlUNk/s72-c/Dolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4132054249091267603</id><published>2008-05-05T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:45:01.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>75. Supertramp - Breakfast In America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-EUMtV07I/AAAAAAAABFw/x473vmLBEVc/s1600-h/Supertramp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-EUMtV07I/AAAAAAAABFw/x473vmLBEVc/s200/Supertramp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197017977552491442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast In America&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to that intro and tell me No Doubt didn't rip it off for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Speak&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyway, this is a weird little song that channels Elton John and Billy Joel musically, insults a girlfriend and slyly references Dallas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4132054249091267603?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4132054249091267603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4132054249091267603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4132054249091267603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4132054249091267603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/75-supertramp-breakfast-in-america.html' title='75. Supertramp - Breakfast In America'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-EUMtV07I/AAAAAAAABFw/x473vmLBEVc/s72-c/Supertramp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4262824677012741744</id><published>2008-05-05T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:47:57.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>76. Olivia Newton-John - Hopelessly Devoted To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-CPMtV06I/AAAAAAAABFo/yK8AMcO9P0E/s1600-h/Grease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-CPMtV06I/AAAAAAAABFo/yK8AMcO9P0E/s200/Grease.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197015692629889954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt; (1978)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt;'s country moment is my favorite, as Sandy ruminates on the depths of her love in the front yard in her nightgown. Sadly, this is really how it feels to have an unfulfilled crush: "But now there's nowhere to hide / Since you pushed my love aside / I'm outta my head / Hopelessly devoted to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4262824677012741744?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4262824677012741744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4262824677012741744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4262824677012741744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4262824677012741744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/76-olivia-newton-john-hopelessly.html' title='76. Olivia Newton-John - Hopelessly Devoted To You'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-CPMtV06I/AAAAAAAABFo/yK8AMcO9P0E/s72-c/Grease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-5740446685437605329</id><published>2008-05-05T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:22:12.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>77. Bill Conti - Gonna Fly Now (Theme from Rocky)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-A5MtV05I/AAAAAAAABFg/4_GkcsSn_yk/s1600-h/Rocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-A5MtV05I/AAAAAAAABFg/4_GkcsSn_yk/s200/Rocky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197014215161140114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocky: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Original Motion Picture Score&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could easily have John Williams' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; themes as the late '70s soundtrack representative, but for my money, neither was as integral to its parent film as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gonna Fly Now&lt;/span&gt;.  Also, neither had a chorus of singers or an electric guitar solo, so put on your gray sweat suit and go run through the streets of Philly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-5740446685437605329?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/5740446685437605329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=5740446685437605329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5740446685437605329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/5740446685437605329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/77-bill-conti-gonna-fly-now-theme-from.html' title='77. Bill Conti - Gonna Fly Now (Theme from Rocky)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB-A5MtV05I/AAAAAAAABFg/4_GkcsSn_yk/s72-c/Rocky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2198337380699357902</id><published>2008-05-05T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:42:00.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>78. The B-52's - Rock Lobster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB9_ostV04I/AAAAAAAABFY/VvIe2jaT17E/s1600-h/B-52s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB9_ostV04I/AAAAAAAABFY/VvIe2jaT17E/s200/B-52s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197012832181670786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The B-52's&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a surf-guitar and organ, add some Yoko Ono type warbling and a gay guy yelling about people having matching towels and see what happens! No one will be able to ever convince me that  late '70s New Wave wasn't the most fertile, diverse and interesting movement in pop music history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2198337380699357902?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2198337380699357902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2198337380699357902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2198337380699357902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2198337380699357902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/78-b-52s-rock-lobster.html' title='78. The B-52&apos;s - Rock Lobster'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB9_ostV04I/AAAAAAAABFY/VvIe2jaT17E/s72-c/B-52s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-9190197948053416292</id><published>2008-05-05T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:41:00.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>79. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB97_stV03I/AAAAAAAABFQ/FQYIYs8OTFo/s1600-h/Pink+Floyd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB97_stV03I/AAAAAAAABFQ/FQYIYs8OTFo/s200/Pink+Floyd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197008829272150898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish You Were Here &lt;/span&gt;(1975)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: RN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish You Were Here &lt;/span&gt;is about founding Pink Floyd member Syd Barrett, who left the band after a gradual breakdown brought on by pre-existing mental issues and drug use.  Lacking the usual Floyd pretension, the song is grounded by memorable acoustic guitar riff and some honky-tonk piano.  The fact that Barrett was quite alive at the time excludes it from being a tribute, but doesn't reduce its power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-9190197948053416292?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/9190197948053416292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=9190197948053416292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/9190197948053416292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/9190197948053416292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/79-pink-floyd-wish-you-were-here.html' title='79. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB97_stV03I/AAAAAAAABFQ/FQYIYs8OTFo/s72-c/Pink+Floyd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1230677504878033774</id><published>2008-05-05T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:40:00.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>80. Bob Marley and the Wailers - Redemption Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB945MtV02I/AAAAAAAABFI/EVw1e9BCvCE/s1600-h/Bob+Marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB945MtV02I/AAAAAAAABFI/EVw1e9BCvCE/s200/Bob+Marley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197005419068117858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uprising&lt;/span&gt; (1979)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are one of those who feels mild to medium annoyance toward reggae, it's hard to hate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Redemption Song&lt;/span&gt;.  It's just Marley and a guitar;  a beautiful folk protest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1230677504878033774?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1230677504878033774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1230677504878033774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1230677504878033774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1230677504878033774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/80-bob-marley-and-wailers-redemption.html' title='80. Bob Marley and the Wailers - Redemption Song'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB945MtV02I/AAAAAAAABFI/EVw1e9BCvCE/s72-c/Bob+Marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8013479215207908598</id><published>2008-05-04T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:49:00.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>81. Elton John - Bennie and the Jets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4DJ8tV01I/AAAAAAAABFA/oV-nUWcEYp8/s1600-h/Elton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4DJ8tV01I/AAAAAAAABFA/oV-nUWcEYp8/s200/Elton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196594489482138450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye Yellow Brick Road&lt;/span&gt; (1976)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly weird song about a fictional band.  Elton stutters, hisses his esses and goes into falsetto intermittently.  Electric piano duels with regular piano and fake crowd noise makes it seem live.  Elton and lyricist Bernie Taupin were at an "anything goes" phase of their career on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye Yellow Brick Road&lt;/span&gt;.  What's amazing is how much of it went!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8013479215207908598?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8013479215207908598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8013479215207908598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8013479215207908598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8013479215207908598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/81-elton-john-bennie-and-jets.html' title='81. Elton John - Bennie and the Jets'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4DJ8tV01I/AAAAAAAABFA/oV-nUWcEYp8/s72-c/Elton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8452430623479035142</id><published>2008-05-04T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:48:00.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>82. Ronnie Milsap - It Was Almost Like a Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4Ct8tV00I/AAAAAAAABE4/p1XwGJ4-T0E/s1600-h/Ronnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4Ct8tV00I/AAAAAAAABE4/p1XwGJ4-T0E/s200/Ronnie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196594008445801282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It Was Almost Like a Song&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind ivory-tickler Ronnie Milsap found his niche on this tearjerking ballad, his biggest hit to that point.  The country sound is barely evident, which led to crossover appeal (No.16 on the Billboard Hot 100).  Check out the vocal on the final minute; the man has some chops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8452430623479035142?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8452430623479035142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8452430623479035142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8452430623479035142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8452430623479035142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/82-ronnie-milsap-it-was-almost-like.html' title='82. Ronnie Milsap - It Was Almost Like a Song'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4Ct8tV00I/AAAAAAAABE4/p1XwGJ4-T0E/s72-c/Ronnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2345336659944818695</id><published>2008-05-04T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:46:00.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>83. Badfinger - Day After Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4CastV0zI/AAAAAAAABEw/AeXEmUjLxe8/s1600-h/Badfinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4CastV0zI/AAAAAAAABEw/AeXEmUjLxe8/s200/Badfinger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196593677733319474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Straight Up&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once considered the Beatles' torchbearers, Badfinger never quite made the leap.  Even so, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day By Day &lt;/span&gt;shows it wasn't a completely outlandish notion. There's a McCartney-worthy vocal, three-part harmonies and some Harrison-esque slide guitar work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2345336659944818695?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2345336659944818695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2345336659944818695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2345336659944818695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2345336659944818695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/83-badfinger-day-after-day.html' title='83. Badfinger - Day After Day'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4CastV0zI/AAAAAAAABEw/AeXEmUjLxe8/s72-c/Badfinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7257058195772736932</id><published>2008-05-04T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:45:00.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>84. King Harvest - Dancing In the Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4CHMtV0yI/AAAAAAAABEo/tQuHyyyx_U8/s1600-h/KH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4CHMtV0yI/AAAAAAAABEo/tQuHyyyx_U8/s200/KH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196593342725870370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Harvest&lt;/span&gt; (1973)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fine white soul made by hippies.  The lead vocal is earthy and full and the chorus is pure street corner doo-wop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7257058195772736932?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7257058195772736932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7257058195772736932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7257058195772736932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7257058195772736932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/84-king-harvest-dancing-in-moonlight.html' title='84. King Harvest - Dancing In the Moonlight'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4CHMtV0yI/AAAAAAAABEo/tQuHyyyx_U8/s72-c/KH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1415681971219293048</id><published>2008-05-04T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:44:00.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>85. England Dan and John Ford Cooley - Love Is the Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4BsMtV0xI/AAAAAAAABEg/S9owAIzQHm8/s1600-h/ED+%26+JFC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4BsMtV0xI/AAAAAAAABEg/S9owAIzQHm8/s200/ED+%26+JFC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196592878869402386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found On: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr.Heckle and Mr.Jive&lt;/span&gt; (1978)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Todd Rundgren cover is the dictionary definition of A.M. mellow gold easy listening, from the smooth jazz saxophone to the harmonies and female backing vocals on the bridge to the generic lyrical sentiment. But if it makes you balk, you simply aren't a fan of pop music.  Bonus: The album photo and title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1415681971219293048?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1415681971219293048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1415681971219293048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1415681971219293048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1415681971219293048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/85-england-dan-and-john-ford-cooley.html' title='85. England Dan and John Ford Cooley - Love Is the Answer'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4BsMtV0xI/AAAAAAAABEg/S9owAIzQHm8/s72-c/ED+%26+JFC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2575594952388472135</id><published>2008-05-04T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:22:40.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>86. Johnny and June Carter Cash - If I Were a Carpenter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4BactV0wI/AAAAAAAABEY/owgl9h3OM3M/s1600-h/Johnny+Cash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4BactV0wI/AAAAAAAABEY/owgl9h3OM3M/s200/Johnny+Cash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196592573926724354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, I'm Johnny Cash&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: SB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gave you my loneliness / Give me your tomorrow."  A great duet of devotion, made all the better by the genuine sentiment from the two performers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2575594952388472135?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2575594952388472135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2575594952388472135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2575594952388472135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2575594952388472135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/86-johnny-june-carter-cash-if-i-were.html' title='86. Johnny and June Carter Cash - If I Were a Carpenter'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4BactV0wI/AAAAAAAABEY/owgl9h3OM3M/s72-c/Johnny+Cash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4561744066293653613</id><published>2008-05-04T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:42:00.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>87. XTC - Statue of Liberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4BCstV0vI/AAAAAAAABEQ/vQX97e3Pe2A/s1600-h/XTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4BCstV0vI/AAAAAAAABEQ/vQX97e3Pe2A/s200/XTC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196592165904831218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Music&lt;/span&gt; (1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love song to the titular statue.  One might interpret it as a paean to America, but I think lyricist/singer Andy Partridge just wanted to write funny entendre-rich lines like "In my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt" and "you've been the subject of so many dreams since I climbed your torso."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4561744066293653613?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4561744066293653613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4561744066293653613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4561744066293653613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4561744066293653613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/87-xtc-statue-of-liberty.html' title='87. XTC - Statue of Liberty'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4BCstV0vI/AAAAAAAABEQ/vQX97e3Pe2A/s72-c/XTC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7181318922319726222</id><published>2008-05-04T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:41:00.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>88. Toto - Hold the Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4AqMtV0uI/AAAAAAAABEI/cq2_DrT7gKI/s1600-h/Toto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4AqMtV0uI/AAAAAAAABEI/cq2_DrT7gKI/s200/Toto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196591744998036194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toto&lt;/span&gt; (1978)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love isn't always on time."  Sometimes it's running late and sometimes it gets there early to help set up.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold the Line&lt;/span&gt; illustrates that harmony isn't just for sissy surf and folk groups, and the piano hook is undeniable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7181318922319726222?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7181318922319726222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7181318922319726222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7181318922319726222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7181318922319726222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/88-toto-hold-line.html' title='88. Toto - Hold the Line'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4AqMtV0uI/AAAAAAAABEI/cq2_DrT7gKI/s72-c/Toto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-476301129369321352</id><published>2008-05-04T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:44:13.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>89. Paul Simon - 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4ACMtV0tI/AAAAAAAABEA/gIWcwoImSeU/s1600-h/Paul+Simon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4ACMtV0tI/AAAAAAAABEA/gIWcwoImSeU/s200/Paul+Simon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196591057803268818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still Crazy After All These Years&lt;/span&gt; (1975)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Simon has constantly and subtly adjusted his folky songwriting to the times without losing any of the classic appeal.  The slyly funky chorus of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover&lt;/span&gt; is a prime example.  Even better, the song itself is one of the 50 ways, as the singer eventually gives into temptation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-476301129369321352?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/476301129369321352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=476301129369321352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/476301129369321352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/476301129369321352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/89-paul-simon-50-ways-to-leave-your.html' title='89. Paul Simon - 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB4ACMtV0tI/AAAAAAAABEA/gIWcwoImSeU/s72-c/Paul+Simon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-8456487229818583498</id><published>2008-05-04T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:39:00.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>90. Blondie - Hanging on the Telephone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB3_xstV0sI/AAAAAAAABD4/iwUVavLc3j0/s1600-h/Blondie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB3_xstV0sI/AAAAAAAABD4/iwUVavLc3j0/s200/Blondie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196590774335427266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parallel Lines&lt;/span&gt; (1978)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cover, but a great one.  One might call this a blueprint for Courtney Love's career: Sassy blonde woman with a mediocre voice and charisma to spare backed by a strong band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-8456487229818583498?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/8456487229818583498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=8456487229818583498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8456487229818583498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/8456487229818583498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/90-blondie-hanging-on-telephone.html' title='90. Blondie - Hanging on the Telephone'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SB3_xstV0sI/AAAAAAAABD4/iwUVavLc3j0/s72-c/Blondie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-3054035775678231047</id><published>2008-05-03T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:10:52.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>91. The Police - Message In a Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SByASctV0qI/AAAAAAAABDo/xBRKFxhl4z8/s1600-h/Police-album-reggattadeblanc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SByASctV0qI/AAAAAAAABDo/xBRKFxhl4z8/s200/Police-album-reggattadeblanc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196169124511077026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Regatta De Blanc &lt;/span&gt;(1979)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy as it is, I always like the ending where the narrator discovers his bottle among the millions.  Considering that it appeared on their second album, it's striking how fully formed The Police "sound" is on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Message In A Bottle&lt;/span&gt;.  Three albums later they had written many variations on it, but never really innovated beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-3054035775678231047?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/3054035775678231047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=3054035775678231047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3054035775678231047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3054035775678231047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/91-police-message-in-bottle.html' title='91. The Police - Message In a Bottle'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SByASctV0qI/AAAAAAAABDo/xBRKFxhl4z8/s72-c/Police-album-reggattadeblanc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-451811790133910024</id><published>2008-05-03T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T07:57:22.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>92. The Grass Roots - Baby Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx7UMtV0pI/AAAAAAAABDg/33Q0TvH4m4E/s1600-h/Grass+Roots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx7UMtV0pI/AAAAAAAABDg/33Q0TvH4m4E/s200/Grass+Roots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196163657017709202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More Golden Grass &lt;/span&gt;(1970)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I discovered The Grass Roots, I asked my dad if he liked them back in the day.  His response was interesting.  He said he wasn't a big fan; he and his hip friends viewed the band as overly poppy and commercial.  So they were basically the Matchbox Twenty of the '70s.  Personally, I find very little to dislike.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby Hold On&lt;/span&gt; is a white soul classic. P.S. This is not the Eddie Money song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-451811790133910024?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/451811790133910024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=451811790133910024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/451811790133910024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/451811790133910024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/92-grass-roots-baby-hold-on.html' title='92. The Grass Roots - Baby Hold On'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx7UMtV0pI/AAAAAAAABDg/33Q0TvH4m4E/s72-c/Grass+Roots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-3610904705947751438</id><published>2008-05-03T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:41:53.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>93. Richard and Linda Thompson - A Heart Needs a Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx5HstV0oI/AAAAAAAABDY/rf9KkZfuxZI/s1600-h/Hokey+Pokey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx5HstV0oI/AAAAAAAABDY/rf9KkZfuxZI/s200/Hokey+Pokey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196161243246088834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hokey Pokey&lt;/span&gt; (1975)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: JG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a beautiful love song diminished by the fact that the couple that made it didn't last?  Nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-3610904705947751438?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/3610904705947751438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=3610904705947751438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3610904705947751438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3610904705947751438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/93-richard-and-linda-thompson-heart.html' title='93. Richard and Linda Thompson - A Heart Needs a Home'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx5HstV0oI/AAAAAAAABDY/rf9KkZfuxZI/s72-c/Hokey+Pokey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-6938045229181710389</id><published>2008-05-03T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:36:56.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>94. Foghat - Slow Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx3ectV0nI/AAAAAAAABDQ/dbY4APiOcS8/s1600-h/Foghat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx3ectV0nI/AAAAAAAABDQ/dbY4APiOcS8/s200/Foghat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196159435064857202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fool For the City&lt;/span&gt; (1975)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually a somewhat musically complex, heavy song.  Listen to the slippery bassline and meaty guitar.  The perfect tune for feeling dazed and/or confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-6938045229181710389?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/6938045229181710389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=6938045229181710389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/6938045229181710389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/6938045229181710389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/94-foghat-slow-ride.html' title='94. Foghat - Slow Ride'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx3ectV0nI/AAAAAAAABDQ/dbY4APiOcS8/s72-c/Foghat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-2970598039810159768</id><published>2008-05-03T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:18:00.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>95. The Staple Singers - I'll Take You There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx2qMtV0mI/AAAAAAAABDI/gyaLpXFrSlA/s1600-h/Staples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx2qMtV0mI/AAAAAAAABDI/gyaLpXFrSlA/s200/Staples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196158537416692322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be Altitude: Respect Yourself&lt;/span&gt; (1972)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A youthful tune that belies the age of its creators (take a look that album cover).  The lyrics may leave you wanting, but the groove doesn't quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-2970598039810159768?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/2970598039810159768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=2970598039810159768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2970598039810159768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/2970598039810159768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/95-staple-singers-ill-take-you-there.html' title='95. The Staple Singers - I&apos;ll Take You There'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx2qMtV0mI/AAAAAAAABDI/gyaLpXFrSlA/s72-c/Staples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-3677078510191843997</id><published>2008-05-03T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:22:06.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>96. Grateful Dead - Ripple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx1VstV0lI/AAAAAAAABDA/FlDDdCfPuUY/s1600-h/Grateful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx1VstV0lI/AAAAAAAABDA/FlDDdCfPuUY/s200/Grateful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196157085717746258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Beauty&lt;/span&gt; (1970)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I wouldn't be including this song if not for its use in the final episode of Freaks and Geeks, wherein Lindsey Weir finds herself enraptured by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Beauty&lt;/span&gt; album and eventually decides to spend her summer following the Dead (instead of doing college prep.).  One might question her taste, but not the power of music to change lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-3677078510191843997?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/3677078510191843997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=3677078510191843997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3677078510191843997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/3677078510191843997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/96-grateful-dead-ripple.html' title='96. Grateful Dead - Ripple'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx1VstV0lI/AAAAAAAABDA/FlDDdCfPuUY/s72-c/Grateful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-50941316445799993</id><published>2008-05-03T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:06:34.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>97. T. Rex - Bong a Gong (Get It On)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx0R8tV0kI/AAAAAAAABC4/c1xrPcLbEuU/s1600-h/T+Rex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx0R8tV0kI/AAAAAAAABC4/c1xrPcLbEuU/s200/T+Rex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196155921781609026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Electric Warrior&lt;/span&gt; (1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People throw around the phrase "ahead of its time" too liberally, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang a Gong (Get It On) &lt;/span&gt;deserves it.  Removed from context it seriously sounds like it could have been released in the late '80s  or early '90s.  A lot of young minds were blown by this, I'd guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-50941316445799993?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/50941316445799993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=50941316445799993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/50941316445799993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/50941316445799993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/97-t-rex-bong-gong-get-it-on.html' title='97. T. Rex - Bong a Gong (Get It On)'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBx0R8tV0kI/AAAAAAAABC4/c1xrPcLbEuU/s72-c/T+Rex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-4153633350074686676</id><published>2008-05-03T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:09:13.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>98. Big Star - September Gurls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBxyxctV0jI/AAAAAAAABCw/Q1QmDJH7Wfo/s1600-h/Big+Star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBxyxctV0jI/AAAAAAAABCw/Q1QmDJH7Wfo/s200/Big+Star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196154263924232754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radio City&lt;/span&gt; (1974)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there had been no Big Star, there would be no Matthew Sweet, Teenage Fanclub, Lemonheads, R.E.M., or any other power-pop leaning artist that emerged in the '80s.  I want to call Big Star underrated, but considering that this tune was covered by The Bangles, The Replacements wrote a song about their lead singer (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alex Chilton&lt;/span&gt;) and an earlier tune, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In The Street&lt;/span&gt;, was the theme for That '70s Show, it's kind of an groundless claim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-4153633350074686676?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/4153633350074686676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=4153633350074686676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4153633350074686676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/4153633350074686676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/98-big-star-september-gurls.html' title='98. Big Star - September Gurls'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBxyxctV0jI/AAAAAAAABCw/Q1QmDJH7Wfo/s72-c/Big+Star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-7182983641130208452</id><published>2008-05-03T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:08:52.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99. Roy Ayers Ubiquity - Everybody Loves the Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBxw8stV0iI/AAAAAAAABCo/GIFFC0T4kGc/s1600-h/Roy+Ayers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBxw8stV0iI/AAAAAAAABCo/GIFFC0T4kGc/s200/Roy+Ayers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196152258174505506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody Loves the Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; (1976)&lt;br /&gt;Picked by: KT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about sunshine, but the supple sound of the song is much more suited for what happens when the sun goes down, nudge nudge wink wink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-7182983641130208452?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/7182983641130208452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=7182983641130208452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7182983641130208452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/7182983641130208452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/99-roy-ayers-ubiquity-everybody-loves.html' title='99. Roy Ayers Ubiquity - Everybody Loves the Sunshine'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBxw8stV0iI/AAAAAAAABCo/GIFFC0T4kGc/s72-c/Roy+Ayers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099431224372118467.post-1392702724734421361</id><published>2008-05-03T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T09:08:22.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100. Queen - Somebody To Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBxvKstV0hI/AAAAAAAABCg/MOx6t8mQoHs/s1600-h/Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBxvKstV0hI/AAAAAAAABCg/MOx6t8mQoHs/s200/Queen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196150299669418514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found on: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Day At The Races &lt;/span&gt;(1976)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a singer, Freddie Mercury wasn't half-bad.  An entire choir of him is even better.  For my money, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody To Love&lt;/span&gt; has the the advantage over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/span&gt; because of the lucidity and vulnerability of the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099431224372118467-1392702724734421361?l=top10070s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/feeds/1392702724734421361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099431224372118467&amp;postID=1392702724734421361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1392702724734421361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099431224372118467/posts/default/1392702724734421361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://top10070s.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-queen-somebody-to-love.html' title='100. Queen - Somebody To Love'/><author><name>Paul Allen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03874486521264396782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/Sh2JoH5MPhI/AAAAAAAACxg/yJ5PosPWeaY/S220/MyPicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TDXdcf6kwqM/SBxvKstV0hI/AAAAAAAABCg/MOx6t8mQoHs/s72-c/Queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
