Violet, Solo.

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On D'Angelo's Direct Responsibility For Most Of My Sexuality

On January 11th, 2000, D'Angelo's Voodoo was released. It kicked off the most sexual year of my young life, and nothing got me thinking about this more than a recent BuzzFeed post, "Hey Girl, D'Angelo Wants To Know How You Feel." Guys, I know it sounds like I'm setting up an elaborate and hilarious joke, but I swear to all things that are fucking holy, I am not. To prove it, Exhibit A:

Didja feel that, ladies and gentlemen? That was 16 year old Violet's sexual awakening. And it got worse. Much, much worse.

Cover Me.

As I walked to work this morning, a favorite Roxy Music track came up on the old iPod. When certain Roxy tracks come up, I know I'll not only be greeted with an audible treat, but a visual one as well.

See?

Anyway, this got me to thinking about hot album covers. I know as a horny teen, there were definitely a couple that got me going, but I was hard pressed to recall the memories. As we cook dinner, Violet and I have been discussing those covers that got the blood flowing in our teen/pre-teen/adult loins. After some digging online, we found a pretty nice group.