steve's last post reminded me vividly that he and I are of different generations, musically speaking. (I was, err, born in 1966.) But I didn't really miss the sixties, because as the sixth of seven, I have many older siblings. Indeed, my musical education began at an alarmingly young age, probably around three or so. The first time I realized that some people have the same names was looking at those stickers included in the White Album and realizing that one of them had the same name as my father, another the same name as my brother. I must have been about 2.
My brothers hated disco to a person, so my childhood was spent listening to The Beatles and The Stones, The Kinks and Led Zeppelin, Creedence and The Who. (My sister, somewhat lamentably, was a Styx fan. I'll draw a veil over the year I spent waking up to either The Grand Illusion or Steve Miller's "Jet Airliner." I'm sure a good Freudian psychotherapist could help cleanse me, but that would be very expensive.)
In any case, I came of record-buying age just as power pop, or new wave or synth pop or whatever was hitting the ground. And I came in with a good solid base in the British Invasion.
All of which has little to do with this song, except that it was one of my faves at the time.