Lay Your Hands On Me comes with, YOU GUESSED IT, a story.
I wound up with a copy of New Jersey for god only knows what reason; I think a friend gave it to me because he didn't really like it, and, hey, remember, in the 80s, Bon Jovi was a fucking chick magnet. One Friday night, I was hanging out with a friend of mine, who had married pretty young, his wife, and her sister, and her sister wanted us to take her to pick up her best friend so they could hang out. We said sure, and me and my friend took her to meet her friend. I had with me a couple of cassettes, and I had New Jersey with me because my friend's sister in law knew I had it and wanted to hear it. (I told you, chick magnet. But she was 16 and I was way too old for that sort of trouble.) We wound up at her friend's, and she was there with her boyfriend and a couple of other guys. Naturally, they saw me and my friend and realized we were legal and wanted us to buy beer. That sort of trouble, yes, I did find myself in all too frequently.
Anyway, the sister in law announces to her friend "Oh, Jill, Jack here has the new Bon Jovi album out in the car." Jill is, of course, excited, and her boyfriend chimes in with "AWWW YEAH BON JOVI!" I say, fine, I'll go get it, and waited until whatever rap album was playing at Jill's house to stop playing, and I pop in New Jersey and Lay Your Hands On Me starts BLASTING. Now, this is about a month after New Jersey dropped, and, let's face it, Jon Bon Jovi has a fairly distinctive voice. But that didn't stop the boyfriend, who had just said "AWW YEAH BON JOVI" from asking, about halfway through the song, "I thought you were going to play the new Bon Jovi."
"He IS." Jill says, eyes askance at her man. In the course of the evening, I found out later that they'd been dating for about a week. They disappeared for a little bit-I figured they were going to do what most hormonal teenagers do when they're alone-but about half an hour later, the guy storms out of where he had been, grabs his friend, and they split. Jill comes out, looks at me, and said "Thanks. I just dumped him."
"Excuse me?" I asked, wondering in horror if this teen had decided that I should be her man since I came armed with Budweiser and Bon Jovi.
"Yeah. He was lying about liking Bon Jovi to impress me, what the fuck else was he lying about?"
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you New Jersey. The album that broke up a couple in less than five minutes.