Sometimes my roommate and I, when we're both home and not otherwise engaged, will get hit with a sudden, acute attack of Must Clean Entire Apartment-itis. This happened on Tuesday, when he and I found our space-age bachelor/bachelorette pad in a state of horrific disarray. We were surrounded by dirty floors, a gross bathroom and a sink full of dishes. "Clean!" we said. "WE MUST CLEAN! This place is DISGUSTING!" And clean we did - with an efficiency usually reserved for Dysart's waitresses. We had the entire kitchen and bathroom spic and span within a half hour. This was helped, however, by the background music. I selected three records from my stack of vinyl in the living room to play, and asked Roommie to choose one. He declined and left it up to me. Def Leppard's "Pyromania"? No, though hearing "Photograph" was truly tempting. Perhaps "Purple Rain" or the soundtrack to "The Harder They Come"? Nahhh. The perfect accompaniment to scrubbing soap scum out of a shower and removing pesky tomato seeds that are seemingly welded to countertops? Supertramp's "Breakfast in America." Oh yes. For my money, nothing beats that combination of sparklingly melodic 70's AM pop, Wurlitzer, awesome harmonies and slightly pretentious (but effective) concept-album bombast. That band Gym Class Heroes sampled the title track for that song "Cupid's Chokehold," which was on the pop stations for a while last year. But, in this case, nothing beats the original. And what's more, it inspires even the most lazy, unmotivated slobs - which Roommie and I aren't quite, but close - to pick up a broom and start sweeping. Thanks, Rick Davies.