NY Mirror

Finally, getting her clothes off is Tiffany, the '80s teen whose bubblegummy cover of "I Think We're Alone Now" shot to No. 1 back when Britney Spears was making sand castles. Now she's a 30-year-old single mom who'll be showing her petite flower in the April Playboy, opting for a timeless glamour motif because, "I didn't want to look like a stripper." (I did.)

The road that got Tiff into her birthday suit is as curvy as a corseted Playmate. Last week, she told me she took 10 years off after her chart-toppers and "chose to be a normal person" and raise a son. The tabloids said she was doing drugs and booze, and though she admits to that, "it was only before I was pregnant. I never had the chance to be a kid. I was out working—and when I was home, I tried to make up for lost time. But I never had to go into rehab," she reminded—not even for her mall hair!

"I never had to go into rehab": Tiffany, tabled.
photo by Ron Davis/Shooting Star
"I never had to go into rehab": Tiffany, tabled.

Intoxicated by a renewed passion for music, Tiff anticipated a second career wind two years ago when she released The Color of Silence, a comeback album Billboard said was "thoughtful, intelligent, and full of grace." It got great reviews, she says, "but my name shut the doors" and radio greeted it with the sounds of silence. Maybe if she had a last name? Nah, she says, "bottom line, I am who I am." So Tiffany's stood her ground, stored her frustration, and gone for the booty shots, "and it's definitely going to work for me. You can't look at those pictures and go, 'Oh, she's 14.' " People will cheer—I think she's not alone now.

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