Whenever my wife and I have drunken idiots dancing around in our living room and/or kitchen, you can count on this song being played at least once at a window rattling volume. Put simply, it is one of the funkiest songs ever written. It's a warm skinny-dip in an ebony pool of funky ass sex sweat. The theme is an age old one; my girl dumped me and worse, now she's fucking my best friend. Sad, sure, but who gives a fuck. When you hear that clavinet come swingin' around the bend like a hot pair of enormous sweaty nubian titties upside your head, you could give a shit about your ex-old lady. All you care about now is moving yo' ass all over the goddamn place. The groove is so heavy, so thick, so rich and deep and chocolatey, you wanna kill yourself by way of dry-humping you speakers to death. It's that fucking good. I have the rash to prove it. Plus, Ray Parker Jr.'s ripping some mean ass guitar here. Yeah, yeah, I know he did "Ghost Busters" and some other crap later in his career, but here, he's as nasty and wicked as Maggot Brain ever was. And yes, that's some nasty, wicked shit.
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