All the Best Cowboys Have Chinese Eyes (1982). This song still moves me after 33 years. The review of the album (click the link and read it) is asinine. I still, at the age of 57, don't understand the point of music reviews. Either you like a song or you don't; what else is there to say? Am I supposed to read the review and say to myself, "Maybe I don't like the album after all"? Am I supposed to feel guilty about liking it? Am I supposed to try not liking it? Music critics are pretentious idiots.