Let's go crazy. It's fascinating, tracking back to - five years previously? - and his debut, how far this has come. Again, like Taylor, he's not necessarily swapped genres altogether, more that he's gone from pop to POP with various flashing lights and fireworks for good luck. It's also an incredibly accomplished album, with a consistency that some of the earlier stuff clearly made up for with enthusiasm.

This feels like megastardom, that Thriller/Rio/Club Tropicana everywhere noise that defined the 80s for me anyway, at least until The Queen is Dead came out. This is 100% a guitar album, sure the keys are still all over the place, but it's just riff after riff after riff. And yet as easy as it is now in hindsight to greet it as a fully formed masterpiece, it must have been weird at the time when When Doves Cry announced its arrival. It's certainly atypical of much of the rest of the album.

This feels like the starting point if you were going to get into Prince. You could work forward from here to the more sophisticated elements, work back to the rawer, funkier building blocks. It's an album that feels infused with joy, that sense that the people making it were having just as much fun as anyone else.

The stats show that Prince seems to be less popular in the UK than anywhere else in the world. That's not how it felt at the time - but maybe it's the thing of having great radio play, but not necessarily translating into sales. To be honest, I don't remember anyone buying this album, though I'm sure there were some Walkman copies out there.

And we're in a perfect purple position for the title track. It would be cool to see the film too I suppose. It is absolutely astounding to think that a Toureg homage film also exists. Maybe I'd prefer to watch that. A million last dances, except under desert skies.