This week I’ve decided to share with you, my good friends, a few teen/sex comedy/exploitation covers from my coveted VHS tape collection. Some of the covers, like Savage Streets, I love because of their incredible artwork and design. Others I enjoy for their sheer WTF factor. But all these covers I love because they are relics of a bygone era: the 1980s, an era revered and reviled for its cocaine fueled excesses, particularly in relation to the movie business. I think all of these covers truly represent the 1980s to me in all their faded neon glory.