It's time to get sweaty.

"Tony Manero knows the old days are over - But nobody's gonna tell him he can't feel that good again."

Damn straight! And I's talkin' about the sexiest 1983 film of all time: Staying Alive. It just doesn't get any sweatier than this. You're dancing for hours in a hot basement wearing layers of spandex tights and polyester onesies that ride up your booty like a donkey in the Grand Canyon. I truly enjoyed this film and its many workout costumes. It put Flashdance and Fame! to shame. And the fact that it was written/directed by Sylvester Stallone brings tears to my eyes. It was his love letter to Travolta's lean, sinewy, sweaty, hairless man thighs. It goes without saying the Bee Gees' music in this delicious film put a cherry on top of my sweaty sundae.