Horatio writes: Before Grace Jones, we had only imagined someone so tall, so menacing, and deliciously sweaty in our dreams. Her primary audience may well have been the gays, but if you were a fourteen year old boy when Slave to the Rhythm came out in the mid-eighties, Ms. Jones was like an electric shock to the crotch. We had tuned out our parents. Our teachers did not understand us. But Grace Jones was mad, bad, and crazy enough to scare you silly 30 seconds in). And thanks to the genius marketing brains at Citroen, we had a sense of what Grace looked like at point of orgasm forty seconds in).