So I’m in the club on Saturday night, sitting in a booth by myself wondering why Diamond, formerly of crime Mob, didn’t follow through on what she promised me she was going to do (that kid is always letting me down).
Suddenly, the DJ played this song and I was up in a flash! Your auntie was bussin’ a move on the dance floor like it was 1981 all over again! 
Back in my day the music was the thing. If you had talent you got signed to a recording deal. It didn’t matter what you looked like or how big you were. Back then the greatest singers were big beautiful girls.
Then the old label heads (who knew something about real music) either retired or passed away and their children (who grew up privileged and didn’t appreciate the music their parents danced to) took over. Hip Hop supplanted R&B as the musical preference of a new generation. And the eventual Beyoncification of the music industry ensured that we will never see the likes of Cheryl Lynn again.
