I played Pat Benatar's Wuthering Heights backwards and it said 'listen to the evil slave'. really.
I thot it was cool, but my father made me destroy it. About a week later my sister and I were dragged into an investigative committee by some other elder's slutty daughter who claimed my sister could levitate things across the room and that we played albums backwards. This girl had never even been over to our house so i dont know where any of that crap came from. it was laughable.