Despite being a kid in the '80s when Michael Jackson was reaching stratospheric levels of success in his solo adult career and every other kid I knew was obsessed with him, I was never much of a fan. Never owned a Michael Jackson album, not even Thriller. But I must have listened to my 7-inch single of the Jackson 5's "Rockin' Robin" like nine million times on my Scoobie-Doo record player:
Maude, how I loved that song.
And I found it indescribably cool that it was sung by a kid who grew up just down the street from me.
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