The Cars defined the wing of American synth-pop that wanted to brush your rock'n'roll hair. They were Lou Reed fans who cheerfully mixed glossy keyboards with rockist guitar hooks. Ric Ocasek tried laughably hard to sound jaded and ironic (" alienation is the craze," eh?), but that only made his songs of adolescent yearning sound gawkier, and therefore more accurate.
Candy-O is the Cars' stickiest synth-gunk, and their finest hour. "Let's Go" unforgettably serenades a barefoot muse with a risque mouth. Chaste young geeks pine away for hopelessly distant objects of desire in "Double Life," "Dangerous Type," and my personal favorite, "It's All I Can Do."
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