WHITESNAKE-SLIP OF THE TONGUE

In the ‘80s, David Coverdale seemed to have two overarching concerns — sex and the blues (and maybe Aquanet, which would make three). Whitesnake’s music had always had something of a blues base, though fed through large amplifiers and played in arenas. As the decade progressed, that particular obsession seemed to wane; the band neatly took over Europe and other areas that were not the United States, and the bent-note, gutbucket influences of yore faded as quickly as you could say “Slide it In.”