Apparently after a long day of weeding through boxes and boxes of stuff, all I can think of is David Lee Roth's "Just a Gigolo/I Ain't Got Nobody." Seriously, no matter how hard I try, nothing is replacing this one in my head.
When I was growing up in Minneapolis, my best friend lived across the street. His older sister was my babysitter, and her walls were plastered with posters of David Lee Roth and Duran Duran. I still look back and remember her having Pogo-Ball parties with her boom box blasting Dave at top volume while my friend and I would play G.I. Joe in the back yard. Those were the days.