I'd like to blame California for Bob Welch, but I think the Big Bear only coughed him
up. No, unfortunately, it was a formerly excellent British blues band (Fleetwood
Mac) that brought Mr. Welch onto the scene in his watercolor-print Qiana shirts, his silk
scarves, blue gradient-tint oversized aviator eyeglasses and the tam that covered up his
(one presumes) receding strawberry blond hairline.
Oh, yeah, those gradient-tint frameless aviator glasses everybody was wearing back then to cover up the popped veins in their eyes from all the bong hits and coke. That's what Sentimental Lady sounds like, to me -- the bubbly sucking of bong hits. Or else this song was written by some cocaine.