Back on the Wild Side with Girls, Girls, Girls

Radio didn’t know what to do with it. Church groups clutched their pearls. And we? We couldn’t get enough. It was the background noise to every party, every parking lot hookup, every bad decision we’d proudly make again.

And here’s the kicker—this album moved culture. MTV played “Girls, Girls, Girls” on a loop, turning neon-lit strip clubs into rock ‘n’ roll landmarks. The Crue was banned, blamed, and worshipped all at once. They made it cool to be dangerous again, and every kid with a can of hairspray and a dream took notes.

You want the track list? Here’s the carnage:

Side One

1. Wild Side
2. Girls, Girls, Girls 
3. Dancing on Glass 
4. Bad Boy Boogie 
5. Nona 

Side Two 

1. Five Years Dead 
2. All in the Name of…
3. Sumthin’ for Nuthin’ 
4. You’re All I Need 
5. Jailhouse Rock 

Girls, Girls, Girls didn’t just fuel your Saturday nights. It cracked the whole damn rock world wide open. Quadruple platinum. Over 4 million copies sold. Number 2 on the Billboard 200. Not bad for a band most radio stations didn’t even want to touch.

And those tours? Absolute chaos. Loud, sweaty, no seat belts. Just the way it should be. 

Thirty-eight years later, Girls, Girls, Girls is a time machine to our youth. Loud, fast, half-naked, and gloriously out of control.

So yeah, maybe we’re older now. Softer around the edges. But every time that opening riff kicks in, something wakes up. Something wild. Something loud. I’m blasting it right now as I write this.

And just for a moment—we’re back on the wild side. 😜

Rock on, 

Sam 🤘