There are a bunch of cheesy pop songs from 1966 through 1968 that bring back lustful adolescent memories of certain young ladies. "I Think We're Alone Now" by Tommy James and the Shondells is one of 'em. That particular girl's name was Sandy and she had red hair. I never really liked the song, but Sandy did, and I didn't mind being alone with her at all. Anyway, fifteen year-old boys have been known to sacrifice worse things their good taste in music for red-haired girls.

A couple of years later, after a few consciousness altering experiences, those bits of pop shlock were supplanted by "Let's get stoned and see what it's like to fuck to this!" songs like Led Zeppelin's "How Many More Times" and Pink Floyd's "Careful With That Axe, Eugene".