I took a photo trip to shoot some football games in the Maryland/DC area way back at the end of the previous millennium, the last time I ever took a plane trip anywhere. I was hosted by a friend who let me use their car to get around for a week, at least to the light rail and such to go to my football games and the Smithsonian. I didn't want to mess with their car radio, which was set on a contemporary pop station. Not my usual thing, but it wasn't horrible compared to later times. This is one of the songs that was on repeat in their area, and I had to admit it was catchy.
It keeps coming back in movies, commercials and stuff. And you know, I still can't hate it. It's undeniably infectious.
I didn't know who it was then, but just recently made the mental connection that the artist, as most of you likely already know, is the son of Randy Bachman of BTO and The Guess Who.
I have finally relented to putting it in my vehicle's driving tunes USB drive with the hundreds of songs that don't suck from various periods.