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Download link removed at the record label’s request, but you can purchase this album here!

This is a throwback selection of tracks from a hand-picked collection of 70′s porn flicks. The record label contests that this disc ”is  much more than your stereotypical ‘whacka-chicka’ music.” The record’s style does vary throughout the disc but continually embraces the lovers’ randy n’ dandy. It’llalso bring solo males to a state of maximum plumpage during their matinée viewing of equal parts deep penetration and moist pube lube.

The titles of these tracks and the movies in which they played in are simply hilarious:

SIDE A
01. Grateful Head (from “Jaynee’s Woodstock Adventure”)
02. In My El Camino (from “The Beaver Hunter”)
03. Gus On The Bus (from “The Traveling Salesman”)
04. Sweet Juices (from “Honeydew”)
05. Special Delivery (from “Lonely Mrs. Johnson”)

SIDE B
01. Dr. Mann’s Prescription (from “Insatiable”)
02. Do You Dance? (from “Right of Passage”)
03. O (from “The Story of Y”)
04. Carma’s Theme (from “Studio 69”)
05. Malibu High (from “Ride Me Like A Wave”)
06. Two Is Better Than One (from “Rosemary Cloney”)

I can’t imagine what it must have been like being a porn enthusiast back in the day. True aficionados were really dedicated to the cause because it wasn’t just a keyword, a click and presto: titties all up in your face . No, no, no these men had to make their way downtown or to the closest highway off ramp and visit a theatre built explicitly for X-rated films. In this theatre of sin they sat in crusty seats with a gang of other creeps and watched “The Beaver Hunter.” It was a team effort with plenty of side-glancing and glad-handing.

I wonder if the porno patrons would get popcorn for the movie. Just imagine how hard it would be to balance a tub of popcorn on your lap with one hand while you’re playing a furious game of pocket pool with the other. You’d spill it all over your lap, you’d have grease stains soaking your nice baby blue leisure suite…Jesus, how embarrassing. Well, if you split a bucket with a friend it wouldn’t be so bad. Just wedge that monster tub right between the outside of his and your thighs and really dig in as a pair. Only trouble is you’d have to match a lefty with a righty and that’s a whole other story right there.

God, what it must have smelled like in there. All those mustachioed, tinted-prescription glasses-wearing hombres workin’ up a deep sweat. Tricklin’ sweat all over that poorly ventilated theatre with a roof which most likely leaked just as bad as its patrons. Mildewed carpet, mildewed walls, mildewed man parts. Oh, the humanity.

Hopefully this video, sans music from the throbbin’ record, will get your mind off of the aroma of dewy man sack that’s being deepthroated by cheap polyester seat cushions.