One of the Youtube commenters said that Whitney Houston is dressed in this video the way Mariah Carey dresses today — an astute observation I desperately wish I had come up with myself. Here is my observation — for a girl who wants to dance with somebody as badly as Whitney does, she sure as hell can't dance. Even the casual two-step she's attempting seems heavily choreographed and awkward. Luckily, she's absolutely adorable, is sporting a fun crimpy wig, has the voice of an angel, and was not yet a crackhead (or a reformed crackhead) in 1987.

I think this song sent some sort of radio signal into the odd brain of Bobby Brown, who was off somewhere, newly independent from New Edition, developing what would become his wildly successful but totally short-lived solo career. With his ego, he probably assumed that she wanted to dance with him. In BB's defense, he's a pretty great dancer. They found each other a couple of years later, fell in love, and embarked on their toxic relationship with highly addictive, illegal substances and each other. Yesterday, they finalized their divorce. It's the end of an era. Hallelujah.