The synopsis
          for 'Stripped to Kill' reads as follows… A
            Maniac is Killing Strippers. Detective Sheehan Has One
            Weapon to Stop Him. Her Body.  Not exactly a
          true statement.  I don't recall Detective Sheehan (Kay
          Lenz) using her body to stop much of anything.  Unless
          you count the time in the movie when she used her body to stop
          Detective Heineman (Greg Evigan) from being horny… but even
          that didn't work so well.  Concorde Pictures and their
          inaccurate synopsis team… I tell you.  
          
          Our film starts with a dancer Angel (Michelle Forman)… not a
          stripper per se… showing Mr. Roper her new moves.  Also
          watching is this stripper's girlfriend Roxanne (Pia
          Kamakahi).  These two girls really, really love each
          other, but the problem, however, is Roxanne's clingy brother
          Eric who really, really loves his sister.  Tragically,
          one evening when Angel went to check on her girlfriend, she is
          thrown off a bridge, doused with gasoline and set on
          fire.  By chance, on the scene are Detectives Sheehan and
          Heineman, but they aren't very good at their jobs.  And
          on top of that, Heineman is pretty damned douchey.  One
          of his favorite things to do, other than cruising in his
          underpowered Suzuki Samurai, is to take his fake, retractable
          switchblade and stab Detective Sheehan with it.  It
          cracks him up to no end.  I was thinking this was going
          to be critical somewhere down the line, but no… just something
          to let us know what a douche bag Detective Heineman is.
          
          Heineman has an idea though.  Admittedly only one
          stripper has been killed, at least that I can remember, but
          what if there's a stripper serial killer?  Might as well
          cut that off at the pass, right? What would be cool if Sheehan
          went undercover, as a stripper, and caught this clown. 
          Reticent at first, Sheehan goes ahead and hits the club, as
          arguably the worst dancer ever, wins the job and now the
          investigation can begin.
        
     
    
       Now in all
          honesty, things kind of grind to a halt in this movie for the
          next hour or so.  Detective Sheehan's investigative
          skills leave much to be desired since all she does is ask a
          couple of questions here and there.  Detective
          Heieneman's main function seems to be getting increasingly
          upset that Sheehan is dancing nude, despite the fact it was
          his idea.  We have a few suspects floating around and we
          do end up with another dead stripper, but there's not much
          urgency in anything that's happening.  Like we mentioned
          earlier, Sheehan and Heineman do get down, but apparently it
          wasn't any good because Heineman left all pissy.  Not the
          least bit grateful for the gift he was given.
          
          But what we did get was a lot of dancing.  Sheehan might
          not have done much police work , but she does spend a lot of
          time on the stage working out her various dance
          routines.  And there are a lot of dance routines in this
          movie.  A lot.  'Stripped to Kill' is made up mostly
          dance routines.  I know I shouldn't be upset at an
          obvious exploitation film from Roger Corman enterprises
          calling itself 'Stripped to Kill', and then complain because
          there's a lot of stripping in it, but that's  exactly
          what I'm going to do.
          
          Ah, but allow me correct myself and say that there isn't a lot
          of 'stripping', but dancing.  Legitimate dancing. 
          Especially the amazing Tracy Crowder as Fanny who is really
          one hell of a talented dancer.  Then, near the end of the
          dance, the dancers would rip their tops off.  We didn't
          just get a snippet of these dance routines, no sir, we got the
          whole choreographed thing.  Speaking purely from the
          corner of nostalgia, watching a lot thin women with big 80's
          hair flashdancing topless to terribly 80's synth pop did have
          a certain amount of charm to it, but I'm still thinking I
          needed more kill to go along with the strip.  
          
          Eventually Sheehan gets her man, more or less, in one of the
          longest chase and hunt scenes in low budget movie
          history.  I will also say that I didn't see the big twist
          coming.  Probably because Director Katt Shea didn't it
          play it fair, so of course I didn't see it coming. 
          Cheater.
            
          The truth of the matter is that Katt Shea is the only reason I
          tracked this movie down in the first place.  We first saw
          Miss Shea in the movie 'Barbarian Queen' and observed that
          went from in front of the exploitation camera to behind the
          exploitation camera, and wanted to see what she could do. Ms.
          Shea is a beautiful woman to be certain, and one who could've
          easily given herself a role in the movie had she so
          chose.  But the thing with 'Stripped to Kill', if the
          focus has shifted just a little bit more to the actual killing
          of the strippers and the investigation of these murders and
          maybe a little less dancing… I think I would've liked it a lot
          more than I did.
          
          Not that my ultimate dissatisfaction with this movie is going
          to stop me from becoming a Katt Shea completest.  A
          second Stripped to Kill, Dance of the Damned, Carrie II: The
          Rage… debating Poison Ivy… we will see.