When I was a child, I remember sitting and staring at that cover. (Yes, I’m a girl).
I’ve always been interested in art and set design, and as a kid, I saw it totally differently than adults. I couldn’t figure out how they got the woman in the whipped cream. I did figure out that it was a towel around the back, though.
I also read later that most of it was shaving cream (looks better and lasts) and only the bits on her hands was whipped cream.
The Whipped Cream lady’s name was Dolores Erickson, and she was pregnant.
She’s covered with a white blanket, with the addition of a few cans of shaving cream.
That album-cover is legendary— sometime catch Herb Alpert in one of the wonderful jazz evenings he and his marvelous wife, singer Lani Hall, have been putting on across the country, and maybe he’ll tell the story. It’s a hoot. It took some doing to get it past the record company, I gather, but it’s probably the most influential (and imitated, and satirized) album cover of all time.