Ah yes, Nagel. Love his style, though it's very specifically dated. Would be great for a certain type of retro product though.
IIRC there's a Grand Theft Auto title called Vice City, and it's 1980's Miami inspired (as is Ms. V. Dragunova).
I wouldn't assert that there'd be a huge market for it, but a 80's supplement could be pretty sharp.
The world is pre-pagers, there only a few expensive cell phones, there's no Internet -instantaneous communication's available, but nothing like today.
The Street's still got the raw feeling of the Coke and LSD-fueled 70's, and the Colombian Cartels produce ruthless mooks and laser-smooth snow for equally ruthless corporate operators.
Computers are grinding green-screened paperweights owned mostly by extreme technophiles and NERRRRRDS.
Robocop is the vision of the near future, and Terminator that of the far -Arnold Schwartzaneggar, Sylvester Stallone, and Chuck Norris are still young, and Tom Cruise is still sane.
The President of the US wages secret wars, paving the way for illegal operations for decades to come.
It's the era of the MAC-10, Tony Montana, the Lamborghini Diablo and the Ferrari Countash. Of Plausible Deniability, trophy children, and Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Good Looking Corpse. Of The Nightmare on Elm Street, Guns N Roses, the pompadour and the leisure suit, Miami Vice, Hill Street Blues, and Lethal Weapon.
It's Cyberpunk slipping from it's concrete womb of circuitry and sociopathy, born ready to kill for a chrome-and-acid future of endless night and towering corporate dominance.
It's also a decade of War. Nicaragua, Grenada, Panama, Columbia, El Salvador -Bolsheviks in the Banyo, Commies in the Carribbean, phantom threats and the CIA watching, waiting, and killing at a fever pitch. The last American War of the Conscript Military, the Viet Nam conflict, is finally over and the Boys have come back Men. Shattered, haunted, hollow-eyed Men to whom the Decade of Excess makes as much sense as the Summer of Love, and for whom there is little love, respect, or home to return to.
It is a cold and merciless decade for millions, but for a gorgeous, ruthless few it's a damn good time to be alive.
Most of all it's a time of almost no Hope. Armageddon is an eye-blink away, so put the new Porsche 911 on your newer Visa Gold card, and party until the sun comes up because tomorrow is only the nightmare today wakes into, and everyone
swims with the sharks when there's blood in the water.