There’s still time to nominate local icons for Best of D.C.

“Fat Bob” though he may now be, Robert Smith was on a musical grapefruit diet for this dawn-of-the-Thatcher-era set of snare-‘n’-bass-driven tunes and weird musical tangents. The weight went straight to the lyrics, though, foreshadowing the bloat of so many Cure albums to come.—Chris Hagan