Winter: A Time for sleaze?

Every year when it gets cold out (and here in Minnesota, it gets damn cold) I always think about sorting and re-shelving my sleaze paperbacks. Like I said, I "think" about it. I never get around to it. Every time I open a box of books, I get distracted by a title and start reading it. Pretty soon, I'm lying on the sofa laughing at the damned book. Naturally, then I get sleepy and want to take a nap.