As a child of the eighties, I look back on the music videos of the era with a mixture of delight and embarrassment. Such ambition! Such confidence! Such cheesiness!
And if one video reigns supreme in its ability to induce a psychic cringe, it is Journey's Separate Ways (opens in new window; sorry, no embedding allowed on this one).
I think even then I laughed at the silliness of the group's depiction of a neo-preppy babe walking the docks of a New Orleans wharf, being accosted by porn star-mustachioed band members playing frequently invisible instruments.
Then there's Steve Perry's e-nun-ci-a-tion of every tear in his heart as he and his lady go their "separate ways." That dude was the William Shatner of lead singers.
Thanks to YouTube, Journey remains a remnant of the eighties, an eternal reminder that folks now in our forties should never make fun of kids' music.
Of course, there's a shot-by-shot remake.
(Video image montage by Andrew Wood)