This shit right here though is the forgiveness of sins. The street corner communion wafer that gave us our ins. The keys to the kingdom of soul-butter grooves and Sweet Charles smooth talk from the best to ever do it on the ones and twos, no take backs. no show of hands or arguments, just play the goddamn tape back.
This is that victory music from the Boy Wonder himself. The last jewel in his crown and his last plaques on the shelf. The last time he made being legend seem as simple as syrup, like watching Otis lose it live on stage in '67 in Europe. This is the spirit of Eddie Kendricks mixed with a little Hendricks and tonic. The working definition for what it means to be on it. The stones-thrown habit of shouldering up to Mike Jackson's music, and the rap sheet of classics he was using to prove it.