Old Enough to Forget

My wife grew up with her parents' copy of Simple Dreams (which is now part of my collection), so why choose Mad Love for my rambling thoughts? Simple. I wanted to, and it seemed like a good idea. Besides, over the past year I've managed to find an astonishing number of her albums in the dollar bin, and it's been an absolute joy listening to them for the first time and discovering an artist I knew only from the killer guitar solo on "You're No Good." From there it led me to albums by Andrew Gold and Karla Bonoff. It's weird looking back now and realizing that in 1980 Linda was still only in her early 30s and had already been releasing albums for over a decade. A decade in kid years, from a developmental perspective, is kind of like measuring things in dog years. In other words, when she released Mad Love she had been around FOR-EVVVVVER. Of course, looking at it now, it was a blink of an eye. When I spotted this one in the bin, I scanned the back cover,...