Tina, with the firecracker hairdo and a smile that could light up the Sahara. Tina, with those legs and her signature pony step. Tina, with that voice, unvarnished and thrilling, speaking of resilience and pain and, ultimately, of triumph. “I don’t consider it a comeback,” she said of 1984’s Private Dancer, the album that began her rousing second act. “Tina had never arrived.” When she did, she found the world was waiting.
