It's hard explaining why syndicated dance party shows like American Bandstand and Soul Train were compelling television, unless you grew up in that analogue era that predated VCRs, cable TV (in some stubborn households) and goddamn for sure the Internet.
If we used classic game soundtracks, now it becomes something listenable, if not watchable, and the dancing Billy Zabkas with butt-cuts and too-tight Izods become a smidge less dorky. Now I think you dig me. So here's Blaster Master, Level 3, by Naoki Kodaka. And you can bet your last money, it's all gonna be a stone gas, honey.
The Legacy Music Dance Party [Funny or Die]