Indeed!
Oh buddy, some of my fondest memories from the most skewed out scenes of my serious party days are hooked into a B-52's soundtrack. I can still see one couple, done up like Liz (well, Liz-meets-Devine) and Dick hoisting cocktails in the middle of a crowded kitchen, with Liz's spiked heel poking a hole into a pot holder, determined to make its way through to the vinyl floorcovering and "Planet Claire" blasting the doors off the place. The music combined with killer smoke to make the whole scene a regular riot. Those were the days.
"Some say she's from Mars, or one of the 7 stars that shines out at 3:30 in the morning . . . WELL, SHE ISN'T!!!!!"
She came from Planet Claaaaaaaaaaire.