I only knew her as “the frosting lady” – the sultry woman on the cover of “Whipped Cream & Other Delights,” a record my dad owned and mom tolerated. The seemingly nude, doe-eyed woman covered in whipped cream with that provocative stare tested the limits of decency and clouded my mind with possibilities. The album, by Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass, was released April 1, 1965, the day after his 30th birthday, and was considered by most males (including myself