If you grew up in Fort Rock, Oregon, it's possible you have blissful memories of the Oak Ridge Boys, warm recollections of backyard barbecues where the barefoot, beer-swilling yokels you called friends and family howled along to "Mountain Music." That song would inspire fuzzy feelings for your days of yore and allow you to hold the boys from Oak Ridge in high reverence. That is, until the day you began to write a wistful Critic's Choice and discovered it was Alabama and not the Oak Ridge Boys who sang that sweet song. Son of a bitch. My childhood has been scarred, but there's still hope for you to enjoy "Elvira," "Trying to Love Two Women" and "Y'All Come Back Saloon" in the flesh. As for me (sniff), I think I have something in my eye.