with earnest prayers that this poor, miserable soul will hopefully find some peace, this is THE song that turned the smock into a michael jackson fan -- and a fan of minor hedonism -- for a brief moment in time.* this man was living proof that the line between genius and insanity is a mighty fine one.
there's just enough disco flavor with a dash of soul to make this song move anyone with two ears. g'head, take a listen. you know you wanna tap those toes!
*that would be throughout the eighties.