That's how I feel about Hall and Oates and Michael McDonald, as well as Phil Collins. I'm a black woman raised in the 80s, and those artists were played, without irony, on black stations. Daryl Hall is, particularly, regarded by some in his home town of Philly as a legend. We didn't care if they were cool. We cared…

He's like the rich punk in a John Hughes movie. He's James Spader before James Spader was badass.

No but I'm surprised they didn't. I went to a Baltimore City public school. 'nuff said. However, the next year I sang one verse of "When I Fall In Love" at a black sorority "Showtime at the Apollo"-based fundraiser at the University of Maryland, at the height of that show's popularity. And they had a dude dressed as…

1989. My twin sister and I (who are black, if that makes it any less cheesy) did "Ebony and Ivory," a capella, completely without irony. We got booed for about five seconds until everyone realized it was actually pretty good. I cringe at the choice now, but it worked.

I had just broken up with someone I should have never dated when I first found this album, and the guy and I were making tentative stabs at being friends. He asked to borrow it. I sighed and said "Um, I don't think you want to remember me, the person who just broke up with you, as the person who introduced you to…

I agree on everything you just wrote! Allison needs to be on her own, although she isn't good at that.

I think they're all sort of awful. But of the three, I find her behavior the most understandable because she was thrown into this situation of trying to do the right thing by this little girl she thinks of as hers, and her insecurities are being justified left and right.

Luisa is incredibly insecure and not being sensitive to Alison. But can you blame her? All of her insecurities are apparently well-founded! And that Cole and Alison see her as some sort of whiny interloper when she is raising their daughter is telling!

That was on the end of last week's "Masters of Sex" and it reminded me of sitting in my room as a teenager thinking no one in the world would ever love me or want to read my mind. Haunting.

"God Only Knows" made me watch "Big Love" just to hear it every week.

What a beautiful list. "Wonderful Wonderful" is a joyous, joyous experience.

"Fall At Your Feet" is swoon-inducing, particularly at the bridge. Neil Finn's voice just makes me weep. It's so beautiful.

"Weather With You" by Crowded House and the version of "Stuff and Nonsense" off "Seven Worlds Collide" with Eddie Vedder and Tim Finn. It sounds like a wake. Chilling.

Oh, what a feeling!

Not a Christmas song. Beautifully written, but not a Christmas song.

It's just me saying that it's not really a holiday song, per se, just a song about loneliness and missed opportunities.

"Leader of the Band" remains a really sweet and sincere tribute. I still cry a little.

I always wondered what else he considered for that line. "We stood forever in the checkout stand. The checkout clerk was such a hag?"

True.

It's about meeting his old lover at the grocery store randomly, their awkward meeting, their drinking in the car, and never really connecting, with the sad Auld Lang Syne music playing as she got out and the snow…turned…into…raaaaain (cure sad sax.)