This one is so infectious that just one listen in your youth (or at any stage in life, for that matter) can give you a serious case of rockin’ rhythm that never goes away. It can lie dormant for years in your feet and your shoulders and especially your derriere, only to burst forth gloriously the very moment you hear the opening bars of those boss horns. No matter where you are – pushing a cart in the grocery store or loading the dishwasher in the privacy of your own kitchen, this song will get you groovin’ in a heartbeat.
Eddie Floyd is one of those artists who may not be a household name, but is a giant in the music industry. He’s written for, played, sung and toured with all the soul greats, from his early days in Detroit (he was born in Memphis in 1937, but the family moved to the Motor city when he was only six weeks old) where he founded the Falcons, to his Stax days in Memphis in the 60s and 70s, and he’s still going strong today. All that wood-knocking must be good for you.
Here he is, a young, adorably cute EDDIE FLOYD - just hang in there, the dumb intro is only 28 seconds. (I have to give you the link because embedding on this vid had been disabled) Now go dust off your old moves!
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.