Knock, knock. Who’s there? Gale Storm. Please don’t come in! This R&B chestnut rendered sterile (a la Pat Boone) is so gooey that it makes molasses feel like industrial ball bearing lubricant. Its not that Gale can’t sing without chewing her vowels (she can’t), but its more that she sounds like a cross between Mae West and the Cadbury bunny. She’s trying to be rough and she’s trying to be cute, a regular 50’s Christina. Who cares? That’s a real shame, ‘cause this song is great if done properly.
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