The first time the Sunday funnies meant anything to me was one weekend, late-1980s, when Opus and the gang caught Steve Dallas belting out "Billie Jean" in the shower. That was in the heyday of Bloom County, when the Sunday funnies section was actually two sections, and you got treated to a shaggy blast of patented Berkeley Breathed weird alongside the eye-popping, artisanal secondary-color splash of Calvin & Hobbes, not to mention still-new-if-dippy doses of Peanuts and the insidious family crack-em-up For Better Or Worse; it took me a couple years to get Doonesbury, but once I did I became a collector. Most of the other comics were worthless even then, but there was something special about no-holds-bared vivaciousness after a week of black and white strips.
