Opening his NHL account with 30 goals in a 55-point freshman campaign, Loob was selected to the NHL's Rookie All-Star Team.
"At that time, a lot of people still had Swedes stereotyped as soft," praised left-winger Colin Patterson. "Loober broke that mould. He was tough. He did go into the corners. He wouldn't take any crap.
"A great player and a better person."
The chant - "Looooooooooooooob!" - became a familiar cry, reverberating around the nooks and crannies of the Saddledome.
"I didn't realize myself what was going on at first,'' he joked. "Then I heard that, with names like that, that's what they do. I didn't think they were booing me, but you always looked around to see what was happening in the rink, if somebody was dropping a hot dog on someone's head. It was great."
In '87-88, as the Flames claimed their first of back-to-back Presidents' Trophies, the franchise's first great No. 12 enjoyed a season for the ages, 50 goals, 106 points and a first All-Star Team selection.
His touchstone 50th arrived on the season's final day, at 16:35 of the third period, in his home rink.
"Of course I remember it,'' he reminisced years later. "Against Minnesota. 3-1 with about three minutes left. Powerplay. Gary Suter coming down the left. Cross pass. Tap-in."
As everyone knows, Loob remains - all these years later - the only player from his homeland to reach the magical 50 mark.
He's a member in good standing of the exclusive Triple Gold Club, reserved for Stanley Cup, Olympic and World Championship winners.
When Loob, a ninth-round (181st-overall) draft selection in 1980, arrived to begin his quest three years later, Al Coates was the one to fetch him at Calgary International Airport.
"He said this on the ride in, and I'll never forget this, he said: 'I'll play here five or six years and then I'm going home','' mused Coates. "He felt it was important to play here but also for his family to be home.
"And I'm thinking: 'Well, he'll change his mind …'
Of course, he didn't.
But not without leaving behind a trunkful of memories, a chant to remember, and a Stanley Cup for the ages.
In this case, quality over quantity.