It’s disgusting in LA right now. We’re just a sweaty mess. Temps in the 90s, regionally inappropriate humidity, and not a breath of wind. At least the Santa Anas move the detritus of the city around. This past week has just cooked it deeper into the pavement. So here you go, folks. Hot music for hot weather. Eddie Murphy, Glenn Frey, Glenn Frey’s stubble, a vaguely androgynous lady playing a saxophone. As a kid I had this song on a Pocket Rocker cassette. I’d blast it (as loud as one could blast a Pocket Rocker) while eating Doritos and reading the World Book Encyclopedia. Thus academia. Stay cool, kids.