Gosh, how we love Huey Lewis. Not only here in my sensationally average town of Garden City, Michigan, but all over these United States. This is really true: Huey Lewis & The News are probably one of the most all-around accessible bands ever invented.

Take my youngest clone, j., for example. Here’s one three-year-old with a parentpleasing penchant for “Mexican Radio” and Michael Whatsizname—but a three-year-old who will get down and break-dance at the merest sound of Hooey. (This being the pragmatic way to pronounce “Huey” when your mouth’s only three.) And I’ll tell you, I don’t care if Lester Bangs comes back from the dead tomorrow to paper-shred Hooey: three-year-old kids have a weird, innate knowledge of what’s good. Huey Lewis is good, and good is good.