When I was about 12 years old, an older cousin was doing basic training in Camp Pendleton. My Dad, being a vet, let him and any of his friends stay at our place during their occasional furloughs. (They got the beds, I slept on the couch.)
One Marine had Sea Of Love on a 45 rpm, and put it on our record player with auto-repeat, then fell asleep on the couch (after devouring about 8 eggs, bacon and pancakes for breakfast and spit shining his boots until they glistened). The only way to wake him up would be to lift the needle off that record. Then he would complain! So we just let it play, and play, and play... LOL. After about 100 hearings, it gets under your skin. Not a bad tune at all.
“Sea of Love” is one of those songs I yearned to ever heard again before the Oldies got their start around “American Grafitti” time