This song will forever remind me of college. It was one of several staple dance songs played by an Athens party band called Liquid Pleasure (I think they played other campuses in the Southeast as well). They would always say, "The more you drink, the better we sound," but it was false modesty: they kicked ass. I liked them better than Doug Clark & The Hot Nuts, which is saying something, because those guys rocked too.
I hear this song and have hazy memories of lying in a sand pit behind a frat house (why they had a sand pit, I don't know) under my roommate's sister, Veronica, enjoying a (clothed) game of slap-and-tickle that was moving rapidly toward becoming an unclothed game of slap-and-tickle when suddenly she got this funny look on her face.
"What's wrong?" says I. She didn't answer. Then she puked on me. So in a way I guess she answered. Then she cried. (Why do drunk women cry after they vomit? I always found it cause for celebration. "All right, got that out, now I can drink some more!")
Other than that we had a lovely time.
Download it here. I did.