Robert Hunter opened. Here is Mark Scalise' account of the night: This night in 1984 was pretty standard for the time, which means long, drawn-out solos, and fairly nondescript setlists. The Country Club was a small, bar-like venue in the San Fernando Valley (Los Angeles suburb), not too different from the current House of Blues sites, only smaller and plainer. I was dosed this night but I did manage to tape the show, so my memories are not entirely hallucinatory. This show stands out for the opening SUGAREE, and I mean that in capitals. This one easily surpasses the Dead's Lake Acid version from 1983. It was extremely loud and Jerry was just shredding solo after solo, while not moving an inch from his spot on the stage. I clearly remember the waitresses just standing there with their trays full of drinks watching the master at work, in all his scraggly, dirty-shirted, saggy pants glory.