This ad may just win the Most Eighties Car Ad Award for the week, if only for the porn-Moog music and the woman's breathy voice repeating the words "Grand Am" over and over while a miserably underpowered, indifferent-build-quality front-driver limps across the screen. Hey, but at least the Grand Am was better than the Phoenix, the car it replaced. The glass was half full!

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