Remember the last time your toes curled? Because of something other than er, well you know. Err, well at least we hope you know. Um, and if you don't know, um, find yourself a luva honey. Fast.
Anyho.
Do you have an old soul?
Do you feel jazzy love straight down to your toes and up through your heart straight up in yo head?
Do you ever feel like saying, Amy darling (or) Christina darling, what you're doing is nice. Really nice. It is. It's throaty. Campbell's Soup Hearty. And good soul-shaking shit, at times. It truly is. Mad props to you, mad props to you. Fo realzy tho. Not hatin' on a sista one bit. But, girls. Girls. Girls. What about singing like your life depends on it. Like he broke your heart just seconds ago. And ran off to Jamaica with your best girl, wearin' flip-flops. And they took your cute flopsy teacup poodle with 'em too. What about singin' like you will burst into flames if the love of your life isn't requitted. Or dancin' like you don't give a funkin' funk who ain't down with your funk. You just gotta dance the tune right outta your legs. And your hips. And your soul. And you have to, or you might just-die.
Then listen to Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings. Try this album and groove with us people!
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