The offending record.
I just realized that the entire plot of the song, "Over And Over Again" by The Dave Clark Five can be summed up as, "I went to a really crowded dance. I saw this really cute girl and asked her out, but she said she was waiting for her boyfriend."
Granted, this aspect of the plot had always registered on me, but for some reason I had always assumed that the song kept going after that. It doesn't.
My defense of pop music lies in a pretty modest assertion of its essential silliness, and although I like it when it wanders out of those corners, I have no illusions about what it's supposed to do. But Eli's critique has left me in pieces, bits and pieces.