Sheena Easton - Telefone (Long Distance Love Affair) (EMI)

Sheena ought to get together with Kenny Rodgers for another heartbreak session in his log cabin. She isn't quite as soppy as him, to give her her due, but it's an ordinary sort of song, and sounds like it was written by a computer. It'll probably do well with people who are pining and whining over faded holiday romances. (Jessi McGuire, Record Mirror, September 10, 1983)

I used to be a sucker for a good telephone song but the magic is gone. I've had enough of pop stars trying to get us to believe that they sit up all night waiting for the thing to ring when eny fule knos they're far too busy having their pictures taken at the Camden Palace. What we need is an injection of realism. I'm working on a few numbers. One's called "'I've Just Had My Bill For The First Quarter And I'm Sure There's Been A Mistake". It's off a concept album called "Why Do Trimphones Always Slide Off The Table?" I've got high hopes for the whole project. (David Hepworth, Smash Hits, September 15, 1983)

Sheena Easton - Sugar Walls (EMI)

A few seconds after lowering the stylus onto Sheena, I forgot I had put the record on and tried to play another. If a record isn't made to grab the listener's attention then it should never be made. Like most records today, "Sugar Walls" conforms to that mid-Atlantic metal formula for mass-sales of filing-cabinet-down-the-liftshaft drums and lots of sparkling synths (and it's produced by Prince too). The record industry has little imagination and it is easier to homogenise music than promote individuality. (Andy Kershaw, Smash Hits, February 28, 1985)

The name Alexander Nevermind may not mean a lot to you but it does to Master Prince Rogers Nelson. It's the name under which he's chosen to write, produce and arrange this record, which is already in the American Top Ten. Mind you, God knows why he couldn't put his own name on it and sing the thing. All Sheena does is a very good impersonation of the little fellow singing one of his own songs. She should get a job on Spitting Image.... (Paul Simper, No 1, March 16, 1985)