There are times when you truly appreciate Foreigner. For instance, like when Madonna’s “Like A Virgin” comes on the air. A navel she may have, deeper than Frank Marino, wrigglier than Paul Stanley’s ass with an MX enema. But she doesn’t have the best paean to first adolescent dabblings, uh-uh. “Feels Like The First Time,” that’s the one. A Foreigner song! There are other times, of course, when you take Foreigner completely for granted—you might hum one of their inoffensive rock ditties as you go about the housework, but you rarely stop to think. That this is the group whose six album career has been the AOR equivalent of how many people can you stuff in a phone box; how many hits can you put on one LP? Foreigner make Michael Jackson look like a beginner.