Sometimes you want a multi-grain veggie wrap with a side salad and low-fat dressing. Sometimes you just want nachos from 7-Eleven, complete with a pump of that thick yellow “cheese.” So it goes with music, too. Each has its place.

Boston’s The Click Five play the kind of carefully crafted, and meticulously recorded, power pop rock that proves to be irresistible, especially to the female teenage set. Their newly released four-song EP “Live at Bull Moose,” recorded at the Scarborough, Maine, store last September, features four stripped-down versions of songs from their 2005 debut on Lava/Atlantic, “Greetings From Imrie House.”

The emcee makes a vain attempt to give a proper introduction to the band on the CD before giving in to the screaming throngs who scream all the louder when the band kicks in on “Catch Your Wave.” Lead vocalist Eric Dill’s silky, pitch-perfect voice cracks at all the right swoon-inducing moments before launching into the pay-off chorus: “Hey girl I wanna catch your wave/ Hey girl I wanna drift away with yo’!”

Five fresh faced lads decked out in smart suits, rocking mop hair and great pop tunes with screaming girls in tow—sound familiar? If the model ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

The chunking guitars, layered harmony vocals and insanely catchy melodies hearken to work from Fountains of Wayne, who incidentally were also produced by Mike Deneen. The plastic-y keyboards sound for all the world like the entire Cars catalog, and there are definitely a couple of “Jessie’s Girl” guitar moments. “Friday Night” cops the new wave drum beat and synth work so prevalent on top-40 radio these days. The Click Five guys have done their homework on music from the early 1980s. Alas, when combined with truly stupid lyrics like “She’s cold and she’s cruel, but she knows what she’s doin’ / She pushed me in the pool at our last school reunion” from “Just the Girl,” and even a “Hey Portland!” (“Hello Cleveland” anyone?), it all serves to ruin what would otherwise would be a fun, if unsubstantial recording of roll-down-the-window tunes. One too many pumps of cheese on this one.