Saturday night

We exercise no hyperbole when we proclaim this to be the best mixtape we've ever made.

Each collection has a guiding song, and for our most recent collection, it was "Saturday Love" by Cherelle and Alexander O'Neal.

We drew heavily from the late '70s and early '80s, from the colors to the shoulder pads, and this is a mix of some of our favorite songs from that period, the sort of stuff we might listen to while singing into a spatula on a Saturday night.

We wish we could have been born 30 years earlier. Everything seemed so much more irreverent back then.

Would a song like Kid Creole and the Coconuts’ “I’m Corrupt,” with the line "But please still let me be your bubala" sung earnestly, exist today?

And wouldn't something like "Crush On You" by the Jets be dismissed as too chaste?

Give us shoulder pads and shellac over contemporary blahness any day.

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