So, today I have put my new bed together (by myself!!), re-organized all my clothes, and gone to the gym. I don’t know what song fully encapsulates all of those accomplishments, but this one is real close in spirit.
I was originally listening to “Making Love in the Rain” because it’s raining and I was making love grits & eggs. That song doesn’t have a video, but this one does! And LOL @ this director trying to pretend Janet was actually there until the very end. She was way too busy Controlling and Pleasure Principleing to show up for some trumpet player.
It’s still a good jam though. Almost makes me wish I lived in the 80s. Except crack & AIDS. ::Debbie Downer sound effect::
I FORGOT I KNEW THIS SONG! I am so buggin right now.
So. A couple of weeks ago, I took the train out to Long Island to hang out with my friend that I met on tumblr (and her husband and her kid and this is a completely normal thing to do so get out my face) and we were watching VH1 Soul in the living room. Between the two of us, we knew every video they were playing, but this Five Star group was a mystery to both of us. They were fly, and the lead chick sounded like Ralph Tresvant, but still……total mystery.
Fast forward, and I’m sitting in the bed randomly reading about Tilky Jones on Wikipedia (don’t try to figure out how my mind works) and Five Star popped up in my head. Quick youtube search, and boom. This. Song. That I know every word to.
Apparently they were a really big deal in the 80s over in the UK, and are now about to be a really big deal in the 10s over in my apartment.
One: Someone posted this on Facebook maybe a week ago and I’ve been playing it since.
Two: This video is so juicy. As in. There is jheri curl juice flinging every whichaway. I keep picturing these dudes in the salon gettin those curls done, with the rods and the cotton headband so the juice doesn’t drip in your eye. (My momma used to do hair, so I am so familiar with the whole jheri curl process.)
Three: I had this friend one time who swore up and down that this song was Prince. I wish I could remember who it was, but I think I’ve probably subconsciously blocked that memory so I can still remain friends with that person.