Postpunk, New Wave, New Pop... the creeping return of "fancy music" (as M.E. Smith sneered it). So plenty of intros to choose from. Probably. Here's three:
Clive Timperley's delayed, echo-plex guitar - the missing link between Vini Reilly and Alan Rankine. (With a bit of that speccy git-arist in Flock of Seagulls thrown in too).
Talking of Rankine...
This next one - competition's over, surely?
Now, the start to this is very nearly sublime.
Even the verse is rather lovely. It's the chorus where it craps out utterly.
Intro semi-recurs with the breakdown at 2.17 which again is really rather wondrous (that gaseous billow of lead guitar). Dudes in the band wanted to be Level 42.