Sade wasn't really my thing in 1985. I walked up and down the High Streets of Richmond with mu best friend and we bemoaned the pubs being tuned into wine bars for arravista trendies in polo necks, 501s and DMs. With the passing years I've mellowed. Sade was always irresistibe and The Sweetest Taboo now has a nostalguc tug that's hard to withstand.
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