Michael Sweet was the only talent in that band.
Buzzzzzz.
I do remember a humorous backstage incident. Some skinhead punk in leathers and studs went after Robert and Michael (Sweet) telling them that they couldn't do that music for god because of how they looked.
It wasn't even a Christian venue for Christ's sake!
I remember how poorly their outfits were sewn together. Flashback weirdness. That was the night I drove a very stoned lingerie model home in my Datsun 510 - I insisted she wear her seatbelt... I also had an in-depth argument about the initial effects of alcohol on the system... Fuck. I don't need to remember that shit. Overload!