The CD I picked out this morning for my commute was Alice Cooper’s Greatest Hits. Ok, I know you’re probably cringing. But this album (as we called them back in the day) is like comfort food for me. I know almost every note. It was one of about half a dozen that were on constant rotation at the weekly beer bashes I used to frequent back around 1980. Before you mock my mullet-rock roots, we were also spinning stuff like The Cars’ first album and Queen’s A Night at the Opera, though that probably just puts me into another category of bad taste. But I can’t help it. I know I’ve asked this one before, but what are some of your guilty pleasures when it comes to old music?