Oh, THAT band!

Some producer at Columbia decided that what the American record buyer needed in 1962 was more of THAT sound and Les Elgart.

They got both, and life was good.

Another producer said we'll show that Les Elgart a thing or two when E. Power Biggs lays down his HEROIC music for Organ, Brass and Percussion.

Catchy marches. Who marches with an organ?

[insert your own punchline here]

Nevertheless, no doubt both albums outsold this one to the right. The title makes it sound like Bill Doggett never intended to make an album, but a serious of unforeseen bumbles led to someone hitting the record button and it was too late to turn back.

I'm guessing the OOPS! was more likely the response of the Columbia club applicant accidentally writing 200 in one of the selection boxes instead of 201.

Dee Dee Sharp sings all the great lip-smacking, open-mouth chewing hits of Mashed Potato Time. Each album comes with a complimentary bib for your turntable.

Another selection not available in stereo, which is just as well given the sloppy table manners demonstrated in the song selection. Who wants to clean that much of their house every time they put on a record?

Here I begin some commentary on the album cover art depicted in these ads: I'm guessing Dee Dee had two arms, though the indiscriminate cropping by some Columbia House cut-and-paster decided to deny Ms. Sharp her bidextrous rights, and a decade of civil unrest ensued.

I always knew Anita Bryant was some mutant, invading catwoman alien from another planet . . . and now I have proof!

Her image was so muddy, the copy hack drew her face back on with his Parker Brothers fine point. Too bad he didn't get the left eyebrow on before the print deadline.

Volare. Told you.

This artist had no grasp of the human anatomy whatsoever.

Such a ham-fisted, Popeye-forearmed, slipped-disc, swollen-kneed woman would have had a shorter stripping career than Mamie Eisenhower.

Please God, let that shadowy appendage be some sort of skirt flap.