First Hit #1: May 29, 1976
I really can’t get behind this one. I associate hangovers with regret and pain – physical, not emotional – so the idea of a love hangover seems like it should be the result of something really screwed up. The abrupt shift to a generic disco template and Ross’ especially breathy performance don’t help the song, since it gives the impression that it has no idea what it wants to be. It has the vocals of a sexy sex song, the backing track of upbeat dance and the lyrics of a particularly tortured metaphor. By their powers combined, it’s a song that’s kind of weird and uncomfortable but not particularly good by any measure.