I dont know about you, but Im tired of apologizing for digging much of the '80s output of Aussie heartthrob Rick Springfield. Im not threatened by his empirical good looks, and I choose instead to focus on the fact that he was a consummate songwriter with a gift for melody who also knew his way intimately around rock guitar riffs. The songs on this list demonstrate without question Springfields significant contributions to '80s rock and pop, as all of them showcase pop confection melodies but none so sweet that the singers male bravado and rocking inclinations dont provide an appropriate balance.
Among other things, Rick Springfield simply does not receive enough credit for being a guitar riff master, as this song is full of great power chord and single-note combinations that deftly shift the musical proceedings into overdrive. Beyond that, this early tune, from Springfields classic 1981 release,
Working Class Dog, introduces what would become a lyrical template for the singer: the portrait of a slightly naughty but not too threatening male suitor who just wants to party in a relatively wholesome way. I mean, few have accused Springfield of being particularly dark or edgy, but thats what we love about him.

This stands as one of the few major hit songs of the '80s that never seems to lose its luster, even after hearing it 77 times or so throughout ones lifetime. Thats because its a nearly perfect pop/rock song, replete with a great guitar riff, a pinpoint crescendo effect and an ingenious lyrical concept. Still, its a shame that so many listeners cling too exclusively to this nugget when evaluating Springfields career, though the attitude is understandable. The singers vocals and lovelorn persona work to a truly impressive level of precision here, illustrating clearly just how skilled Springfield was at his craft.

Springfield pulls out the passion and aggression for this song, a moment that fuses possibly the best work of two rock icons in Springfield and the songwriter, Sammy Hagar. Once again, a great riff serves as the solid foundation for rock and roll nirvana, but Springfields spirited vocal performance, though not markedly different from the approach Hagar took on his original recording, really puts this one over the top. I mean, theres not always a great reason why one artists version of a tune strikes a chord better than another, but in this case maybe the old singer, not the song adage is doubly true.

In some ways, its hard to believe a guy who looks like Rick Springfield would have difficulties with the ladies as reflected in this great power pop song. But his songwriting and vocals are so earnest and enjoyably overwrought that somehow its not hard to accept that even Springfield can be unlucky in love. Anyway, the passionate build-up of this tune allows the singer to spotlight his vocal chops in a variety of ways, while simultaneously making a strong case for his songwriting prowess and versatility. Jealousy and regret may not have a better rock music interpreter than Springfield at his fist-clenching best.

Once again, its amusing to hear Springfield fret about some slick continental dude romancing his woman, but this song offers unique elements as well, including an interesting use of the title phrase (usually geared toward children) for an adult situation. Musically, Springfield comes through again with some highly memorable melodies in the verse and chorus, even offering up some French language tidbits in a bridge that makes him sound like the slick continental dude. All in all, its another sweet pop music treat delivered in an irony-free package as only Springfield could.

For the first time, Springfield heartily embraces synthesizers for this track, but that doesnt mean he abandons his guitar-heavy rock roots. Ultimately, the marriage makes for a bracing listen, and, combined with another lyrical conceit involving the singers love-starved persona, the result is one of Springfield's most textured singles. But this time the tunes narrator reveals Springfield as a true romantic, desperately pleading with his beloved to recognize the depth of their love instead of just its hot and sexy side. Oh, the plight of the exceedingly handsome!

Despite its association with his failed 1984 cinematic star vehicle
Hard to Hold, this tune distinguishes itself on a number of levels, proving once again that Springfield should be on any short list of top mainstream rockers from the '80s. As usual, nifty guitar riffs and infectious melodies fuel the engine, but Springfield always put enough of his unique personality into his songwriting that his work often managed to feel surprisingly original. I dont know how much proof people need, but this tune once again confirms that dismissing Springfield as teen idol fare is grossly unfair and misguided.
