Corny 80s movie, but that said ...
... Susan Blakely never fails to give me a splendid woody when I watch this. Particularly the scene where she longs for and salivates over meat.
There's something about a mom who is no spring chicken anymore but is still hot in that slightly mature way (she was in her early 40s at the time) looking so overwhelmed by carnality (in this case, literally!) that is very arousing. I love the way she runs around in the movie all overwhelmed and bug-eyed about her predicament. It's definitely conducive of the wood.
Thoughts?