Several years ago my friend Kate and I somehow got into the habit of having our own little online dance parties. We find the most ridiculous, catchy videos – usually from our childhood – and send them back and forth. In the old days it was via IM. Now, we do it on Twitter, which has allowed us rope others into our little game.

Best video we’ve found so far? This gem.

Dude! It has everything! George Michael and that other guy! Pre-Robert Palmer model singers! Most terrifying fat suit ever! A still shot of a lighthouse and American football players!

Seriously. What the hell was happening in ‘83 to make that plausible? Is this a product of leftover trauma over the Faulklands incident? And why the hell can’t I turn it off?

Kate gave me the CD, along with Wham’s “Make it Big” (which has my least-favorite song in the history of the world and I’m not even getting into that business). She had ordered them, and the day the they arrived at her place, her mail was stolen.

You know CDs are awesome when thieves don’t want them. Kate found them, ditched, elsewhere in her building.

We have lots of other videos in our party repetoire. Like Wham’s “Wham Rap”. And Wham’s “Young Guns”.

Why don’t guys wear skinny capri jeans anymore?

Sometimes we visit Morrissey and his bike gang, or do the invisible hula-hoop with him.

And sometimes, we share really bad videos. It can go on for hours.

I just took the obscure dancey video sharing to a new level of crazy. My friend Michael posted on Facebook today that some terrible Savage Garden song kept reminding him of another terrible Roxette song, so I figured I’d share the new trick my brain has started doing: doing its own mash-ups.

Seriously. I’ve had this in my head all day long. Listen to Poker Face to the 1:05 mark, then switch to the 3:02 mark of “Pump Up the Volume” by M/A/R/R/S.

IT’S LIKE AND ALL-NEW SONG!

To make it even more awesome, until I actually took the time to look up the videos and find the time marks, I thought the ’80s song invading Lady Gaga was Sigue Sigue Sputnik’s “Love Missile F1-11″. Which has nothing to do with anything. But it’s fun to dance to.