I really wanted to include the actual video for this song, since it was right next to Berlin’s “The Metro” in terms of the sexual awakening of this particular writer, but it appears that Tracey’s former label is playing hardball with YouTube and will not let them show any of her videos. I could go on for hours about how ridiculous that is, but people far more eloquent than I am have already done so. Read them instead, then come back to me when you’re jonesing for ’60s girl pop done ’80s style.
For anyone who wasn’t of a certain age when this album broke, you might be shocked to learn that Tracey Ullman was a smokin’ babe when her record You Broke My Heart in Seventeen Places came out. But a smokin’ babe she was, and you’ll have to “settle” for her with teased hair in a leather mini-skirt than in ’60s go-go gear. Call it a win-win.
Warning: this link may be dead seconds from now. Tracey’s label seems to be extra-vigilant about a record that’s been out of print for over two decades. Go figure.
