This was one of the formative experiences of my youth (at least I remember it that way… it turns out the video got most of its airplay in 1990, when I was 18). I must have watched this video a hundred times when it was popular, eating up every piece of eye candy.
The story is essentially a PG-rated porn plot. Jailbait vixen knocks on her uptight neighbor’s door and asks to use his stereo. Caught up in the music, she lets loose, performing an elaborate striptease, kicking her shoe into the fish tank (how rude!) and treating herself to a glass of wine (which conveniently spills on her blouse).
Of course, in this TV-safe version, the hapless man resists her advances, becoming increasingly flustered. There’s a bit of a paranormal twist as he attempts to turn off the music only to find out that the power of Billy Idol can not be extinguished by simply pressing ‘stop’ or pulling the plug.
I read that Idol was recovering from an accident when this video was shot, so his participation was limited to waist-up shots of him singing in the Andy Warhol portraits… meaning more screen time for our heroine. His loss was our gain. “That’s right!”
Note: Alex has commented that my choices this week gave gotten increasingly salacious, to which I reply: “I was a teenage boy in the 80s, what do you expect?!”