Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

I am so. Incredibly. Uncool. I've been listening, this evening, to a vinyl copy of the first cassette I ever owned. It was given to me by this man, back when we were boys, in 7th grade, for my birthday. I turned 12. And the thing is, I know it's bad. Not good-bad like Showgirls or Glitter (movie not soundtrack), just bad. As in appallingly slick el-lay pop-rock from the early '80s. It won six Grammys in '83, including album of the year. It hit #1 and spawned a #1 single written for an Arquette sister. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Toto IV. Why do I love it so?