As my coworkers have noted, there are some lovely, affecting uses of Elton John’s art in popular culture, moments that highlight his musical brilliance and underscore the universal appeal of his songs. So why is it that the only moment burned into my brain for eternity is Max Wright on ALF singing “Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting”? Honestly, I don’t even remember seeing a rerun of this episode as a kid—I couldn’t tell you the context, though looking it up now, it appears Willie Tanner (Wright) was making a music video for his wife, having been inspired by Alf’s own dalliance with the MTV-centric art form—so I’m not entirely certain when I was exposed to it. Nonetheless, at some point early in my life I was confronted with this horror, and I haven’t been able to forget it since. For a long time, I actually assumed it was an original song created for the show, and it wasn’t until I was mindlessly singing it one day in high school that someone informed me it was really an Elton John tune. It was still another year or two before I wised up and bought Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, but by then the damage was done: I can’t hear the song without picturing a hairy puppet training a camera on a middle-aged man in John-aping sunglasses, like some sort of deranged fetish film. I’ve slowly come to embrace the absurdity of this mental image, however, and now it brings me comfort during moments it used to drive me insane, like at 3 a.m. when all I want to do is sleep, but instead have the words “Saturday, Saturday” replaying endlessly in my mind. What’s that? No, I don’t currently see a therapist, why do you ask? [Alex McLevy]