Some men who go to strip clubs are like diabetics browsing the candy aisle -- they're checking out the wares that they no longer can enjoy. Those are serious strip-club patrons. The people who go to strip clubs with friends, however, are usually there for a deliciously scandalous laugh. Those who feel like going to a strip club and are part of the latter category might as well go all-out shady. Nobody wants a hermetically sealed, Mickey Mouse experience when she can walk into some dimly lighted corner joint near 12th Street and Prospect. It feels illicit before you even get out of your car. At the Shady, the cover isn't outrageous ($5), the strippers love cheesy music (Shakira), and some serious strip-club patrons even bring their wives and girlfriends. And though nonserious strip-club patrons enjoy the feeling that their excursions are somewhat dirty and forbidden, actual dirt is not a welcome part of the experience. Never fear: We peeked in the corners and checked out the bathrooms and can report that this strip club is clean. We're going back next week because, well, we think this one dancer really, really liked us.