Ah, whiff of sweet, cheezy pop ephemera, thank you for existing when I needed you!

Here's where the satellite radio justifies itself: after a long day, wrist achy and body punked out from having two inches of metal pulled out yesterday, just feeling utterly crummy, having to drive home through a thunderstorm that's laying out solid walls of rain, and you don't know what you feel like listening to, so you start surfing through a hundred stations. And on one of the heavy metal-themed channels, you find yourself bopping along to Ace Frehley's 1978 cover of "New York Groove," a song that was huge when you were six, a priceless bit of pop ephemera you haven't heard in probably well-over-twenty years, maybe even thirty.

It's total cheez, with a "z" and no silent "e," but it cannot, will not, shall not be denied.

One more day to slog through and it's the weekend, pfwew!