Pure '80s #1s

I'll admit to being a nostalgia hound. Not that I know exactly what being such a beast would imply, but I know it probably involves poor hygiene and an ability to fondly recall good times that never were. Ah, the 1980's, truly a period for poor mutts like me. A time which apparently had such a high cheese factor things would come out of the factory or appear on the screen with an air of frivolity unmatched in our modern era of over-stimulated, over-caffeinated terrors. Foreigners were wacky, gang-warfare an enthusiastic spectacle usually involving blades, dance and shots of rippling, sweat-flecked chests. The fact that cash was king was more often celebrated than maligned, and even when rampant consumerism was cast in a negative light it was usually played off as a bit of harmless fun on the eccentricities of the overly-self-indulgent ("Hey, look what rich stupid bought! Isn't stupid dumb.)

Now, some of you are probably wondering what this high school American History textbook amalgam of various