After lecturing us on the glory days of transistor radios, wilderness man tried his best smooth voice for size. "Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan," channeling Melle Mel surprisingly well.
I suddenly felt this out-of-body urge to shriek the words "Baby, baby, when I look at youuuuuu!" in response.
A failed sing-along followed. In spite of everyone's bewildered looks, wilderness man and I bonded over our mutual love for the goddess that is Chaka Khan.
And watermelon drenched in vodka.
You're welcome to a yummy taste test.
Chaka Khan – I Feel For You
Yet another reason to love Chaka, she plays the drums! Check homegirl out.
Those earrings and that dress are something fierce.