These songs are great for dancing in your living room. Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes! I’m sorry, sometimes I accidentally segue into “Beauty and the Beast” song lyrics. And it doesn’t matter if your’re dancing alone. And it doesn’t matter if you’re not wearing pants. And it doesn’t matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M. Sorry, I also have a habit of accidentally quoting Lady Gaga lyrics.
These songs are also great to play in case of emergency hot tub parties.
Girls And Boys, Blur
Someone once commented on YouTube (oh my God, this is what I’ve become, quoting people on YouTube like I’m quoting Abraham Lincoln), “This is the most 90’s video I have ever seen.” I agree, and my God, it’s glorious.
Believe it or not, this photo was taken in 1947. Clearly this is proof that Damon Albarn is a time traveler.
Tik Tok, Ke$ha
What is the point in hating on this song? It’s fun, catchy, has surprisingly clever lyrics (“The dues are lining up ’cause they hear we got swagger but we kick ‘em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger”), and is wonderfully silly. I think it’s one of the best pop songs ever written. Maybe people hate it because it was everywhere and they got burned out. I can get that. Maybe they find Ke$ha’s personality and antics deplorable. I also get that. But this song is party magic.
This chick gets it.
Aaaaaand we’re back in the 90’s. The lead singer has bleached blond spiky gelled hair and little hoop earrings. That’s a big clue. If you haven’t had the pleasure of hearing this song, please assume the headbanging position and get to it.
An ashtray? On a bed? REIGN IT IN, LADIES.
Party Party Party, Andrew W.K.
This isn’t an official music video, this is just a looped clip of Meatwad from “Aqua Teen Hunger Force”, dancing. I just saw Andrew W.K. live for the first time and I didn’t know anything about him, other than he seems to frequently have a bloody nose, and I was pleasantly surprised. For some reason I expected him to sound like Kid Rock. But instead it was an explosion of giddy delight.
Your move, Andrew W.K. Your move.
Sympathy For The Devil, The Rolling Stones
Whatever you do, don’t listen to the Guns ‘N’ Roses cover. No one needs to hear Axl Rose Adam Sandlering his way through a Stones classic. I love to bust this out on vinyl and listen to this song over and over. This song demands hippie dancing.
No group dances both better and worse than hippies.
Disco 2000, Pulp
Ah, Pulp. Who would I be without you? Well I’d probably be the same person, but my mixed CDs wouldn’t be as good. This is a great dancing song because it’s both happy and poignant at the same time. There’s a depth here that I appreciate in my living room party jams.
I'm sorry, did you think I was going to write about Pulp and not include a photo of Jarvis Cocker? That's cute.
Fashion, David Bowie
It’s not just for catwalks. It’s for everything. Dancing? Yes. Buying socks in the Gap? Yes. I’m not going to say that Bowie was on drugs in this music video, but I’m going to say that he does the bunny hop. Also he was definitely on drugs.
Sexiest commodities broker EVER.
Dancing On My Own, Robyn
What I love about Robyn is that when she sings, she looks like she’s going to take a golf club to your winshield, and I appreciate that kind of intensity in a recording artist. Pro tip: try this song at karaoke. People love it.
Honestly I just wanted to include this photo of a dancing bear.
Macho Man, The Village People
Hey, you’re alone in your living room, it’s okay to rock out to this. I think that The Village People are actually underrated. They’re way too fun to ignore. Especially the cowboy. He’s just so darn happy to be included. Watch this video and don’t take your eyes off of the cowboy. You’ll thank me later.
Not the village people I meant, but close enough.
Edge of Glory, Lady Gaga
I can’t tell if this song is cheesy on purpose. Because it’s like, David Bowie called and he wants his ’80s sax solo back– oh never mind, he said you can keep it. But it’s just so fun to dance to so does it even matter? And who does it hurt if everybody knows my name tonight? (This time the Gaga lyric was on purpose. And I’m okay with that.)
Almie Rose is a writer from Los Angeles. She has a blog, Apocalypstick. In addition to Hello Giggles she also writes for Thought Catalog, The Gaggle, and Bustle. Her book, I Forgot To Be Famous, is out now. You can follow her on twitter @apocalypstick. Her favorite pastime is eating and drinking and sleeping and then eating again.