In the early 1980s, Israeli shlock-movie giants Menahem Golan and Yoram Globus sought to translate their native country's series of coming-of-age comedies titled Lemon Popsicle into a Made in the USA teen sex comedy to top(less) them all.

The triumphant result, The Last American Virgin left audiences gasping -- and not just with laughter -- for the first time on this date in 1982.

Aside from uproarious pranks and killer female nudity (from the likes of Louisa Moritz, Tessa Richarde, and Gerri Idol), Virgin is awash in undeniable, inexplicable undercurrents of heavy-duty male homosexuality (including a boner-measuring contest).

On top of that oddness, the movie's ending kicks off with Diane Franklin revealing the curly, black top-layer of her lap-'fro (while peeling off her panties at an abortion clinic!) -- and from there it devolves into what may well rank as 20th century cinema’s definitive kick in the balls.

For a summer that began with Porky’s and wrapped up with Fast Times at Ridgemont High, The Last American Virgin represents a one-of-a-kind cliactic high-point, smack dab in the wide-open middle.