THE POLICE Ghost In The Machine )A&M)

Garry Ahrenberg couldn’t get into the Police, an esthetic predeliction that caused him no small amount of derisive peer pressure. When his buddies—and, worse, Darla Frakiss, the girl who distracted him almost to the point of swooning in Trig 304—piled into Jim’s van and hightailed it to Philadelphia for the outdoor Police show last summer, Garry stayed behind in Dover, New Jersey. “I don’t see trios in stadiums,” he proclaimed. “Your loss," Jim shouted, as Darla squeezed into the seat next to him, loopy from the batch or pre-trip margaritas.