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My phone still rings in the middle of the night, I still come home in the morning light, and I still think Cyndi Lauper is nothing short of rad. In the days of flip-switch cable boxes and low-budget music videos, the elfin misfit—in all her fingerless-gloved glory—sold seat-belted teenage rebellion that simultaneously emboldened kiddies and placated parents. We may have been dancing around the house in jelly bracelets and eye makeup proclaiming that we just wanted to have fun, but at least we weren’t singing about being “touched for the very first time.” On Lauper’s oh-so-adult comeback album, At Last, she is no longer singing about parents who just don’t understand—she’s a mommy herself, after all—but she can claim to be as unusual as ever. Who would have guessed that at 50 years old, the pop-punk pipsqueak would still be belting out tunes twice her size? With her rainbow-colored plumage and chunky costume jewelry left back in the ’80s where they belong, Lauper has gone all chanteuse on us—choosing to shock with her singing ability rather than her appearance. Her choice to cover classics by Tony Bennett and Etta James may strip her of the youthful image she has long enjoyed, but they fail to rob her of grown-up glee. Who ever said that having fun was the exclusive province of little girls, anyway? She bops along with Nellie McKay at 10 p.m. Friday, Dec. 19, at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $35. (202) 393-0930. (Sarah Godfrey)