I have a confession: In sixth grade, I still thought Led Zeppelin and Def Leppard was the same band. My parents had a copy of Pyromania, and I forced myself to listen to it on repeat, thinking this would give me something to vaunt in the cafeteria. Maybe I’m just sentimental about an album that found me in my formative, less discerning years as a listener, but I still like Pyromania more than Physical Graffiti, and I still think Def Leppard occupies this weird blind spot—they lack the Star Bar DJ cred bestowed unto other like-minded groups like Slade and Thin Lizzy, and they’re disdained by fans of “real” metal for being overtly commercial. Def Leppard is somewhat overdue for critical reclamation; every song on Pyromania is a banger, and “Photograph” ranks among that era's best pop-rock songs. MORGAN TROPER