Rejoice, music fans! Enough time has finally elapsed for the identities of several formerly banished hit singles from the late 1970s to be revealed.
For decades, these recordings have lived quietly under assumed identities, safely beyond the reach of classic-rock radio, oldies programmers, and a public that had apparently agreed never to speak of them again. But the files have now been declassified.
The names have not been changed to protect the innocent, and all surviving video evidence is presented in its original, tattered condition. No attempt has been made to digitally remove the satin, polyester, feathered hair, excessive chest exposure, questionable choreography, or expressions of romantic sincerity that would almost certainly result in legal intervention today.
Be advised: some of these songs were not obscure curiosities. They were actual Top 100 Billboard hits. People bought them. Radio stations played them. Television producers invited these people onto sets and pointed cameras at them.
So dim the lights, adjust your rabbit ears, and prepare to enter a musical world where John Travolta was a recording artist, Leif Garrett was made for dancin’, Patrick Hernandez was born to be alive, and Rick Dees somehow got a disco duck all the way to the top of the charts.
Parental discretion is strongly advised. Anyone born after 1990 who witnesses this material may begin to suspect that their parents and grandparents were not merely younger once, but were actually transported here from an entirely different planet.
We offer no defense.
Roll the evidence.
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