"Karma Chameleon," Culture Club If I never heard Culture Club's "Karma Chameleon" again in my life, I'd be a very happy guy. Before I was of legal age to man the wheel of an automobile, my sister would always have to take me to school. With it being her car, and with her knowledge of my aversion to the '80s cult tune, she would play it as loud as she possibly could as we drove in to the parking lot of our high school.

Think about something you hate, then think about having to go through it every single day of your life for two years. Puts you in a pretty good mood to start the day, I'll tell you what. Now, any time I hear the song, all I can do is cringe. Fuck you Boy George for ruining so many days of my life. JIM BRICKER

"Radar Love," Golden Earring For some reason I'll never understand or accept, Houston classic-rock radio station 93.7 The Arrow has played Golden Earring's "Radar Love" every hour or so for as long as I can fucking remember. It's a grating, overblown turd of a song stuffed with horns and guitars whose meaning is still unclear to me after 8,000 listens, and it drones on and on for more than six minutes.

Every time it inevitably hits the airwaves, it makes me hate the entire radio frequency spectrum, and I'd consider voting for a convicted child murderer if he pledged to ban it forever. NATHAN SMITH

"Sweet Home Alabama," Lynyrd Skynyrd Some of my Texas friends call me Yankee. I find this extremely funny, as I have never really fashioned myself as such. Maybe in part because I really love a lot of Southern Rock. One exception to this love? "Sweet Home Alabama." Every time I hear this song, it harkens back memories of really stupid drunk chicks poorly singing on Ladies Night/Karaoke Night at a now-defunct college bar that I frequented long ago.

While the memories of those nights will always be some of my favorites, the inescapable sound of all the wanna-be Greek girls shrieking lyrics they don't understand could be conveniently lost in my brainflaps forever and I'd be more than fine with it. Thank you, girls who ALWAYS sing in a group, for ruining this song for me forever. SELENA DIERINGER

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