Use Me (Beautiful Disco Mix) - Mirror Gazer: Not much to tell about this one-man psychedelic wunderkind but making shiny things sounding like Stereolab and such, call it a love connection from the gate. The parenthetical adjectives are succinct as a motherfucker, also. Ova - Mary Sho: Southeast London's Sho is an obsession from last weekend that'll echo for a stretch rest assured. Nigerian-descended and influenced by 1980s soul and old school funk, this was one of my happiest discoveries behind the fence in a minute.

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BWA - Foxy Brown: Loving Foxy since the seminal Jackie Brown soundtrack ("Married To The Firm" isnt within reach here, Marcel knows Ive tried.), every time this comes thru my Honeytone speaker one of my young'ns comes hollerin' "fuck IZZAT, Batman?". Theyre so cute and curious at this age.

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The Sun (feat JAWNY) - Myd: All day long, this funky psyche-pop vibe dont quit. I found this on a junket for more JAWNY, who my ride-or-die Crowe introduced me to. Now I've a few tracks by this French producer.

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Control - Astrid KOA feat Jasmine Barnes: I know nada of these individuals I heard a :20 sec sample, gambled 1.71 and won this time (unlike the demo of "Passing By" by the Beach Boys - it was like Looney Tunes with those goddamn alley cats squallin' on some fence top).

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Never Miss the Water - Chaka Khan feat Meshell Ndegeocello: I got earwigged by this the other day, and I dont recall it being this damn great. Said, Ndegeocello could maybe have had an epic career, like headlining and everything. The decision to keep that surname and not simply go by the first in the '90s when enjoying companionship with Chaka and Cougar-Mellancamp either demonstrates a fear of success, poor management, or colossal overestimation of self-import

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Dragonball Duraq - Thundercat: Musical soulmate Cleveland mentioned this Anderson Paak reminiscent slickster to me weeks ago, and I finally remembered him during a music search. I'm more a sound > lyric guy ("If I cant fuck to it, I wont fuck with it") but "I may be covered in cat hair, but I still smell good" FTW...

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Ecstasy - Mari Wilson: Law, this is better fun than a bushel barrel of monkeys and a shocking surprise. All I knew of this beehive sporting London gal was a hokey way-back song ("Just What I Always Wanted"), but this is perfect for a mix-tape of retro-funk and soul with it's stomping percussion and pitch perfect vocals. Its a gas!

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Signs of Life - Arcade Fire: I had no Earthly clue these folks could pull off funky, but my early morning aerobic/cardio regime got a hot injection from this indie mainstay.

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Food - Mia Gladstone: So in love with this sassy, dirty-mouthed girl ass-shaker. So jazz-ish and funky, Mia is a revelation as a performer, writer, producer, and collaborator. I'm excited to see where she flies.

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Edamame - Bbno$/Rich Brian: The Yung Gravy refusenik record. I knew it was around here some place.

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Naughty By Nature - Jamboree: Big loud samples and infectious beats: perfect hey-day hip-hop. Impossible to sit dat ass still to.

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Quest Love Sunday's Best - Utah Noir/Duce Haus: Dunno dick about it's origin, but this here's a vibe. That choral riff is nice, and the overall arrangement beautifully realized.

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Midnight Hotline: Thee Marloes: This low-sound marvel is my MVP, with perfect soul on all notes from this Indonesian-descended pack. Everyone I've turned onto this 2024 gem has loved it righteously.

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Bad Boy - Young Bae with Wiz Khalifa/Bbno$/Max: Try and sit still, monkeys. Wearing it out too quick is problematic.

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Perfume From Spain - Dr. Calculus: I knew this from the 80-something "Shes Having a Baby" soundtrack (IMDb this Hughes-Ringwald joint - maybe too realistic for the folks who snort those overplayed flicks for the virtual lithium) as "Full of Love". Here, it's complicated into a sexier, proto-rap about bored bougies, but fun and sexy as it wants to be with jazzy horns and all.

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Go Home - Stevie Wonder: In the mid-'90s I was busy exploring Inner Visions, Musicquarium, Greatest Hits Volume One (with the Little Stevie joints), up through the '70s. Now I'm finding the genius alive and well in 1980s tracks I wouldn't have been caught dead jamming to then like "That Girl" and this, which I quickly discovered is a BAD mother, 1000x better than Id recalled. Fits like velvet with the other selections, no flow disruption 'tall.

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Crush - Jennifer Paige: If I BELIEVED in "guilty pleasures", this would qualify: 1000% a built-for-radio hit for a 1990's record company pop star. I caught the video once on accident, and left ensnared. It went through my head for decades. I looked it up when we got the mp3 players years ago and was glad to scratch that itch when i heard it the second time, slamming shut the nearly thirty year gap. Those are long gone but I snagged it again last weekend pumping thru better Skullcandys in this context, and call this everlasting wad of bubblegum guilt-free.

 

Thursday Disco - Carrtoons/Hails Supreme: Ever find something you're almost convinced was made with you in mind? This deliciously retro-funky piece smolders with reminiscences of Gaye, Womack, and maybe even Jamiroquai hits me right where I try to live.

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Call On Me - Chicago: All this amazing jazz and funk-rock tells the story of why I have such a passionate love for 1970's Chicago and such an all-consuming contempt for the 1980s maudlin shit-fest of the same name. Ergo - Heart.

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These Eyes - Angie Stone: I was actually en route to snatch the oldies radio ubiquitous Guess Who standard, only to see the late great Mizz Stone had a turn and it's exactly what I needed. A slick and lovely disco take with boss vocals that aren't a stitch overdone. Mesmerizing.

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Black Girls - Mary Sho: Sho 'Nuff, this made me the Mary fan I became on the spot. Foreboding yet funky, this is crucial music. Living in a bubble I have no clue how much attention anything gets or what's said, I'm simply making sure SOMEBODY does in cases like this right hurr.

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Juxtaposed With You - Super Furry Animals: I never followed these cats, but went and saw them in Louisville once. I remember nothing except this guy I always thought was hot hugged me in the parking lot, and kissed my neck as my friends and I were splitting. Once, we were the only people in a comic shop - he was working there. I totally could have probably hit that in public if Id a) had any fucking game when it mattered and b) hadn't smoked that damn weed constantly. I've had amazing sex with him numerous times mind you, I hope he shows up too next time...

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Change The Channel - Mia Gladstone: More Mia, Mamma... a second helping and it's different enough to avoid redundancy, this with a more avant garde low-fi groove.

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Bad Boy - Ray Parker Jr.: Before his sanitation via "Ghostbusters", RPJ was the musical equivalent of your mama's beloved brother she wanted you to have nothing to do with the absolute scoundrel would offer you at twelve a smoke to laugh while you coughed. A strong musician, his work with Raydio and alone are a discovery in the digital age beyond mom and dad's 1980's rides.

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Say It, Say It - EG Daily: The husky, sexy voice of this '80's dance floor ass-shaker belongs to Dottie from Pee Wee's Big Adventure, the original Blossom, leader of the Powerpuff Girls, and lest we should forget sex kitten of a few teenybopper sex comedies. Her Kubrick "Lolita" inspired video for the track is a hoot, as was her incredibly racy and interactive SNL appearance to support it.

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Hold Back The Night - The Trammps::Truthfully, Ive gnawed all the meat off that "Disco Inferno" bone, and I simply can't get excited about it anymore. Good news, Trammps, I'll likely get as much traction out of this soul sensation I've grooved on for almost three decades and still love to pieces. Those astounding layers with killer front vocals and tight symphonics give the same effect DI did - I'm never not glad when this jam kicks on.

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Ski Bunny - Boss Hog: And suddenly it was there! Yes, the Boss Hog discography showed on the tablet, oh happiest of days, children. Funky punk rock sexiness thats impossible to remain seated to, and I threw their tracks on playlists like House Seasoning.

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Say Cheese - Paul Russell: I've no clue what the consensus is in November of 2025 on this person on the mean streets of 'Murka. All I know is, one of my stupid-assed exes (that's allum) had a compilation and inside it I discovered him and Sabrina Carpenter. I know nothing past the record with "Lil' Boo Thing", which this is literally next in sequence to. I think its quite ignunt, as the nomenclature would have it, thank you very much.

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Sons Of The Dinosaurs - Fetchin' Bones: Somehow this outdated and obscure art-rock from a demo record works in its own spectacularly out-of-context fashion. Its loud, nasty, and fun, a satisfying finale for what I think is a great morning ass-blaster or afternoon pick-me-up.