In late 1989, I was reading the Toronto Star and they were asking folks what they thought were the best albums of the 1980s. Somebody picked The Clash's London Calling, despite the fact it was actually released in 1979.
That very next Saturday, I headed downtown to Yonge and Dundas and bought London Calling on cassette at Sam the Record Man or A&A, whichever was selling it cheaper. I threw it in my Sony Walkman for subway trips to Michael Power High School and back and I don't think it left my Walkman for months.
It was that good.