by Kerry Dougherty If 1967 was the summer of love, 1985 was the summer of sweat. For me, anyway. I spent a lot of time on the beach 31 years ago. Over the roar of the surf I could hear Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” blaring from boomboxes, vying with Huey Lewis’ “The Power of Love.” The soundtrack to my summer, however, was “The Heat is On” by Glenn Frey. The heat really was on, although after reviewing historical temperature charts it seems there was nothing remarkable about 1985.