Bobby Brown. Oh, Bobby. I had such a thing for him back in the day. That was long before I knew he was a hardcore drug-using and abusive asshole. All I knew at age 14 was that Bobby Brown was might fine to look at and that was all that mattered. I loved everything he sang – Roni, My Prerogative (and I like Britney, I really do, but I still haven’t fully forgiven her for butchering that song), Every Little Step, everything.

But I didn’t love them as much as I loved Don’t Be Cruel.

(There’s a 19-second intro where he’s talking to someone, then the song starts.)

What amazes me about this and every other song I’ve featured in the Friday Flashbacks is that after all this time I still remember every single word. I can’t decide if that’s sad or not.