Norris Division - Regular Season Division Champions

Regular Season Division Champions

  • 1975 - Montreal Canadiens (47–14–19, 113 pts)
  • 1976 - Montreal Canadiens (58–11–11, 127 pts)
  • 1977 - Montreal Canadiens (60–8–12, 132 pts)
  • 1978 - Montreal Canadiens (59–10–11, 129 pts)
  • 1979 - Montreal Canadiens (52–17–11, 115 pts)
  • 1980 - Montreal Canadiens (47–20–13, 107 pts)
  • 1981 - Montreal Canadiens (45–22–13, 103 pts)
  • 1982 - Minnesota North Stars (37–23–20, 94 pts)
  • 1983 - Chicago Black Hawks (47–23–10, 104 pts)
  • 1984 - Minnesota North Stars (39–31–10, 88 pts)
  • 1985 - St. Louis Blues (37–31–12, 86 pts)
  • 1986 - Chicago Black Hawks (39–33–8, 86 pts)
  • 1987 - St. Louis Blues (32–33–15, 79 pts)
  • 1988 - Detroit Red Wings (41–28–11, 93 pts)
  • 1989 - Detroit Red Wings (34–34–12, 80 pts)
  • 1990 - Chicago Blackhawks (41–33–6, 88 pts)
  • 1991 - Chicago Blackhawks (49–23–8, 106 pts)
  • 1992 - Detroit Red Wings (43–25–12, 98 pts)
  • 1993 - Chicago Blackhawks (47–25–12, 106 pts)

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