Frank Sinatra, Come Fly With Me (Capitol, gray label, original pressing). Rule #16 in rocky's record collecting manifesto: never, ever pass up a Sinatra album on the Capitol gray label in good condition for a buck.
Gerald Wiggins Trio, The Loveliness of You (Tampa, original pressing). Tampa was a short-lived jazz label based in Hollywood, CA. The only reason I'm aware of the label is because Art Pepper recorded a couple albums for the label. Those albums sell for crazy money. Gerald Wiggins isn't nearly as well-known or collected as Pepper. The music is pleasant, West Coast cool jazz that wouldn't be out of place in a fancy piano bar. This pristine copy only set me back a quarter.
Nina Simone, Sings the Blues (RCA, German pressing). I love the cover of this album. It wouldn't matter if the music sucked for the 50 cents it cost. But the music is good to boot.
The Allman Brothers Band, The Allman Brothers Band (Atco, yellow label, 2nd pressing). This is their debut album and the only one of ABBs first five albums missing from my collection. No longer. They're all great.
The Allman Brothers Band, Live at Fillmore East (Capricorn, pink label, original pressing, 2-LP). The cover has some ring wear and edge wear, but the records play beautifully. I would've been happy with this copy if I didn't already have a mint original pressing of this album. I'll probably sell this copy. Clean pink Capricorns of this album are pretty hard to come by.
ZZ Top, Tres Hombres (London, original pressing). This is what happens when albums are only a dollar. You buy albums by bands you don't like. This is my second ZZ Top album. This one is actually pretty good though. It's a dollar well spent.
Isaac Hayes, In the Beginning (Atlantic, reissue of Presenting Isaac Hayes). rocky b confuzed. rocky bawt reeishoe not nowing it reeishoe. such a dumkopf rocky. oh, only sumtimes--may be, no, yes?
Jean-Michel Barre, Zoolook (Dreyfus, French pressing). I took a flyer on this one, even though: it's 80s French electronic music; the credits on the sleeves are in over a dozen languages, including some kind of cuneiform (those pretentious Frenchies! [good name for a band btw]); there's a credit for an "ethnologist" (I've never seen that on an album before, but then I don't own every single David Byrne or Ry Cooder album); Laurie Anderson is credited with vocals on one of the songs, and the cover has garish 80s colors. It's gotta be bad, you say. Well, you'd be half right.
John Hiatt, Slow Turning (A&M Records). I had to rescue John Hiatt from the dollar bin. It was too sad to see him mingling with Englebert Humperdink, Hall and Oates, and Heaven 17.