When 16-year old me looked at that photograph, it spoke of a care-free existence where choruses and hooks were conjured up and written down as casually as a shopping list.
Holding that sleeve, looking at the cover, with Susanna Hoffs sitting cross-legged, Rickenbacker 325 balanced in her lap, and listening to those jangling chords, that's what hooked me. But the moment when I really, truly, fell for it was the day I first put the Bangles' All Over The Place on my turntable.
