Like every woman in the world, Michael Jackson was my school girl crush. I could have cared less that he was 18 years older and in my mind, Brooke Shields had nothing on me! In my imagination, Baby Be Mine was his candy coated Valentine to my heart. I couldn’t help but swoon at his earnest plead to be his love.  Well, in my mind,  that’s how the story went. If you were one of the P.Y.Ts who felt weak at the knees by MJ’s passion in this song or if you simply loved the brilliance of Rod Temperton’s penmanship, sit back and enjoy this smooth cut.