VH1 Classic. Time after time.

Eddie Murphy, "Party All The Time": Save Coming To America, I think it could be argued that "Party All The Time" is more inspired and entertaining than anything Murphy has done since (Klump fans may feel otherwise). This dramatic re-enactment of the recording process imagines a fantasy world so beautiful and heroic that I resent any documentarian effort to capture the reality of song production. Songs should be performed live, new singers should run down the steps shaking hands and enter the recording room AFTER the song has already started. If the celebrity producer is feeling the track, he should feel free to run in the room, grab a bass and join in for the closing chorus before joining the singer for a wink and an "ok" sign. From ILX: There's one scene of Rick [James] staring intently through the glass, fists clenched as if watching the delicate fusion of highly volatile nuclear materials. - Alex In NYC.

Do a shot every time Rick or Eddie delivers a reverbed clap.

Billy Ocean, "When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Going": It's not clear beforehand, but by the time Danny DeVito delivers his sax solo, Billy Ocean is visibly wincing and continues to do so for the rest of the video. Poor guy.

Cyndi Lauper, "Time After Time": When the boyfriend (who I believe was her manager, he's in all her stuff) announces he that he can't go with her...that's when I lose it (if I haven't already) Between the unsympathetic reaction to her new haircut, the childhood memories, his startled reaction to her departure and the single, solitary tear he leaves us with, this video tugs the heartstrings hard. Song's great too.

Eddie Money, "Shakin'": I've previously mentioned my curiousity as to when MTV realized that attractive people look better in videos than ugly guys. Some people might argue that dorks have always been present and always will be, but one viewing of this clip will make evident that somewhere around that fifth Duran Duran video things really started to change. Money's facial contortions in this video achieve a grotesquery far more disturbing than the homeliness offered by Steve Perry and that freak from REO Speedwagon. Miming a guitar stutter with his mouth (to the delight of Beavis & Butthead, if you recall), bulging his eyes out, scrunching up his face and jerking around the shotgun seat while watching his Hispanic hottie kiss a hood ornament, Money has the sexual magnetism of a Martin Prince-Nelson Muntz amalgam and even less physical grace. Closing your eyes and shaking your slackjaw is not hot. Never was.

Jesus & Mary Chain, "Just Like Honey": Everyone on this set, including the cameraman, appears to be nodding off.