Rita Coolidge – We’re All Alone (1978)
The year is 1978. The air is thick with the competing sounds of disco’s glittering excess and punk’s defiant sneer.…
The year is 1978. The air is thick with the competing sounds of disco’s glittering excess and punk’s defiant sneer.…
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