“Thriller! Thriller night! And no one’s gonna save you from the beast about to strike! You know it’s thriller! Thriller night! You’re fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight.” If you grew up in the ’80s or ’90s, these words are probably ingrained somewhere in your mind next to where you’re storing other important information, such as the name of the villain in Die Hard and the capital of Maryland. They got into my head thanks to a laser disc version of the “Thriller” music video that I watched so many times growing up that by the time I was 7, I believed that Michael Jackson actually was a zombie-werewolf. Whatever the stories behind our attachments to the Thriller album might be, we all have one man, aside from Jackson, of course, to thank for it: Quincy Jones, its producer, who helped make Thriller the bestselling album of all time, among his many other astounding achievements during his storied seven-decade career in American music.