Such songs for me would be "Sugar Sugar" and Melanie's "Brand New Key".

The latter once prompted my mother to comment, "That song doesn't mean what you think." To which I thought to myself and wisely bit back, 'You mean it's *not* about sex?!'

I am often brought up short listening to a song I've been singing along to since I was five and realizing how freaking dirty it is. I don't know how my parents kept a straight face.

I'm also the person who managed to get through Grease without realizing anyone was pregnant. I thought a "bad girl", you know, was someone who talked back to her parents or didn't pick up her room, and that was about it.

I still have a huge soft spot for 60s stuff like Simon & Garfunkel and Donovan. I was around 10 then.

I love disco. LOVE it. But then I was born in 1959 and so the 70s were my teenage years.

I was eleven when "Bridge Over Troubled Water" broke, and that song has been on my rotation list ever since. Saying I have a warm spot for that period would suggest that I have segregated it from my later tastes, however I never really left that music behind.

The closest I come to abandoning huge swaths of music are the periods when I switched formats (records to cassettes, cassettes to CDs), and economy dictated at the time what I replaced. Now between mp3s and Spotify, I have virtually everything I have ever owned on the other end of my mouse.