This song came up on my playlist during a bike ride last night. Although I'm irked at what David Foster did to Chicago, I still bought some of PC's early releases (yeah, they kinda have that distinctive '80s sound, as music production migrated from human musicians to MIDIs, Linn and Roland machines, but anyway), including this album (possibly one of my last vinyl acquisitions of that decade.
This particular album was released, IIRC, the year my wife and I met.
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