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      I believe I was in sixth grade when that album came out.

      First of all, it used a whole lot of synthesizers, which were pretty new technology at the time, and I felt like I was living in the future when I heard it.

      As to the album cover, it somehow didn’t register with my that it was a baby smoking.

      Rather, it made me think of teenagers smoking in the high school bathroom.

      Motley Crue’s Smokin in the Boys Room came out a year later, so I don’t think that influenced my mental image.

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        Dude, synthesizers were not new in 1984. Also that was a cover song Motley Crue did. Originally released Brownsville Station in early 70s.

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          They existed and were more of a new wave instrument at the time, but not heavily used in rock like that.

          I was unaware of Brownsville Station when I was eleven.

          Sorry to have failed your class professor.

          We couldn’t all be Jack Black in high fidelity at that age.

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            Synths were used so much in 70s rock (Moog) that it wasn’t uncommon for albums to have a ‘no synthesizers’ disclaimer.

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              And the synthesizers in the eighties were nothing like moogs

              Irrelevant I guess. I was casually reliving a memory from when I was a child, but there’s always got to be a pedant to further solidify my general withdrawal from society because I’m clearly not satisfactorily intelligent enough for it.