The Cars - Candy-O
I've been on a Cars kick the past week, so I'll choose this cover. We used to have a wonderful record palace in Baltimore called The Record Theatre, which was at its peak during the late seventies to the late eighties, and it was just huge for its time. I always relished the opportunity to go there, particularly when Candy-O came out, because the store had the album cover in a giant lit display that glorified the dripping sexuality of the cover, and if my parents were with me, I'd have to get crafty as I stared at it. Without them, I gawked like an absolute pervert, particularly at the erect nipple pushing through the tight fabric of the redhead splayed out on the car. I was fascinated with the fact that the artist chose to leave the car transparent with the girl represented in full. It represents the male fantasy aspect of fast cars and fast women with an emphasis on faster women in this case. The car is merely a subtle pedestal to display the beauty of the girl who seems to softly beckon you to her. Every so often I still get my loins stirred into an uproar by this cover. My wife thanks The Cars for that. Not.