Marvin Gaye was not someone I was particularly aware of in 1982. That would come later as would my awakening as a young adult. But this song was everywhere when it came out and quite rightly so. It harked back to his early Seventies albums and particularly Let's Get It On and its spitiual and physical yearning that Gaye and Al Green particularly understood better than anyone else, before or since.
Within a couple of years Gaye would be gone. On April 1st 1984, with the saddest irony of all, shot by his own father. One day short of his 45th birthday. He's a man whose wonderful gifts are still not fuly appreciated.
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