You might feel like a time traveler yourself when Duff takes you allllllll the way back to 2018 for a night of Latin spice...
So long, national innocence, cause 1963 has arrived and Duff is in the grassy knoll playing those hot, hot jams. He talks about mayhem...
It's 1991, so dig that flannel out of your attic and maybe do a rinse cycle on cold to get the mothball smell out....