From the "why bother to create a concept?" department comes Black Encounters, a less-than-cosmic farce where the females talk like Coneheads but act like bubble-heads.
They're on a mission to study human behavior ("They actually touch when the mate!"), so the natural place to stop is the San Fernando Valley. The queens from outer space stumble upon a house for sale, and the owners (Robbie Dee, Jake Steed) quickly usher them in for the bedroom tour. Within microseconds, the space women break character and evolve into sex-starved bimbos who know more about the mating ritual than their earthly studs ever imagined.
But ... "Why ask why?" as the saying goes. Since the director finds it convenient to ignore the premise, you may as well, too. Fortunately the pairings are pretty hot, so you shouldn't have trouble with that.
The plot lurches back into the foreground for a moment as gal-pal space travelers Melanie Moore and Heidi Nelson (credited here as Aphrodisiac) come searching for their celestial sisters. (How all these folks avoid bumping into each other in this tiny house is a real cosmic mystery.) Randy West steps in to scope out the home and takes an unexpected galactic ride on Melanie. The only disappointment is that Rachel Ryan doesn't make that special stop at Uranus.