I’ve always loved this song. It’s a love song with reservations, in typical neurotic Joe Jackson style. In Body & Soul Jackson made a respectable, accessible jazz album. It’s a song on an album I take pretty seriously. But after watching this German TV appearance I’m dissolving in disbelieving laughter. Ok, I’ve always known that Joe Jackson is a bit weird looking, but the sight of Elaine Caswell and her Strawberry Shortcake outfit makes me question the answer to life, the universe and everything. I will never listen to the song the same way again after seeing that hat. I mean, I might be traumatized. Really, was everyone in the eighties mainlining cocaine/acid cocktails?