I was, for years, absolutely obsessed with Eddie Rabbit's "I Love a Rainy Night." I somehow got a copy of the 7" (Mama Shakes probably bought it for me), and I would listen to it over and over and over on my Scooby Doo record player, dancing and singing into a hairbrush—"I LOVE A RAINY NIGHT IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT I LOVE TO FEEL THE RAIN ON MY FACE TASTE THE RAIN ON MY LIPS!!!"— until I would collapse with exhaustion.
I still really love that song. And I don't think, to this day, I've ever actually heard another Eddie Rabbit song. There must have been a B-side, but if I ever played it, I obviously wasn't impressed enough to ever play it again.
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