Mixtape Memoirs: The Soundtracks of Our Lives
It features Gloria Estefan at perhaps her most beautiful, flirtatiously galloping around the stage in black leather chaps, glorious mane sailing behind her like the only flag I ever want to salute, a dancing horn section with absurdly enthusiastic saxophone player because literally every song in 1988 featured a saxophone solo, roughly 17 feathered mullets…
