Growing up, this record (along with the Flash Gordon soundtrack) was what Queen sounded like. I had no idea that their best, most creative days were far behind them. In retrospect this is indeed a very cheesy album. The heavy handed anti-gun politics of “Put Out the Fire” don’t help the cause. Since when do Brits get to complain about the second amendment? “Body Language” reeks of leg-warmer coated jazzercise routines. However, the record makes amends for all this cheese by closing with “Under Pressure”—quite possibly one of the best singles of the entire decade of the 1980s.