tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71391320687784285192024-03-08T00:36:17.516-08:00Sassy Tunes!What can I say? I'm a sucker for a hot bassline.~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.comBlogger309125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-39851389224105156462016-11-06T09:50:00.002-08:002016-11-06T09:50:53.563-08:00Patrice Rushen- Feels So Real (1984)<iframe width="480" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/j4flWcvUBl4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
The connection honestly feels so real when he smiles in my direction and hands me my change, but I have to keep my head on straight in the off-chance that he<i> really does</i> just want me to enjoy my coffee and have a great day. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-78850482696272630072016-10-22T16:53:00.003-07:002016-10-22T16:54:47.633-07:00Whodini- The Freaks Come Out At Night (1984)<iframe width="480" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JLYC7ltxOrk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
I don't know if it's because I was raised in the inner-city, but I always grew up thinking that the freaks came out whenever they damn well please. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-7154744212046800682016-10-08T09:43:00.003-07:002016-10-08T09:44:06.852-07:00Kashif- Stone Love (1983)<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/nFLfcGfeI_w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
The problem with dating as a regular weed smoker is that sometimes, I'm not sure if the person I'm with is super funny and interesting and special, or if I just held that last b-rip in a little too long before I left the house.<br />
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p.s. RIP Kashif. Thanks for the music. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-26791360661301167922016-09-25T08:55:00.003-07:002016-09-25T08:55:54.235-07:00Fat Larry's Band- Looking For Love (1979)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BrlgeLuw7ZI" width="480"></iframe><br />
Though I consider myself a strict atheist, the fact that I'm a sneakerhead that can also fit into children's sizes means that someone in the universe is looking out for me. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-87836069882988712362016-09-18T09:17:00.001-07:002016-09-18T09:18:17.669-07:00GQ- Lies (1980)<iframe width="480" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BihDYHrXguI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
If I could lie to the world half as well as I lie to my doctor when he
asks if I put q-tips all the way into my ears, I'd be running this shit
by now.~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-27011140862199734312016-04-03T14:25:00.000-07:002016-11-06T09:53:33.737-08:00Tony Jackson- Steppin' Out On The Groove (1983)<iframe width="480" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oOdYCOC2ak0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
I think that the average 80's sitcom relied far too heavily on all of it's fatherless children to have some sort of "dad stepped out to get some milk and never came back" storyline, because when I was a kid, there wasn't a single time that my dad tried to leave the house by himself where I wasn't <i>awfully </i>suspicious of his motives. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-2084615216157951602016-02-04T20:19:00.002-08:002016-02-04T20:19:09.325-08:00Freddie James- Don't Turn Your Back On Love (1982)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In an interesting turn of events, the first time I ever actually wrote
the word "duck" in a text was today, and it auto-corrected itself to
"dick". It's like my auto-correct needed to put a personal touch onto my
sentence, and knows me well enough to know that "duck" is a word I'd
typically never actually <i>mean</i> to type.~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-19602440486627352162016-01-09T18:40:00.000-08:002016-01-09T18:40:18.875-08:00GQ- I Love The Skin You're In (1980)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week I officially enter my mid-thirties: a time that involves a lot
less political conversation, and a hell of a lot more skincare, than I
ever, ever expected. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-62727863827515512952015-12-11T19:16:00.003-08:002015-12-11T19:16:40.954-08:00Final Edition- We're Moving On (1980)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I really hate moving, but the official escape from the chicken soup-smelling hallway and general dickery of the building I am currently in totally justifies the week of miserable hard-ass labor.<br />
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p.s. There is like one hundred million great synth lines in this song, and the bass line is dope as fuck, so please listen on headphones! ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-52031032197857894502015-12-03T17:50:00.000-08:002015-12-03T17:51:44.063-08:00Shotgun- Falling In Love (1980)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BupEg1znTKU" width="480"></iframe>
It's hard to believe, in 2015, that dues are still falling for the sexy decoys on the Maury. Like, have you never stayed home from work sick for the day, man? Scratch that, have you ever even had a job that took you<i> away</i> from daytime TV? Nowadays, getting tricked by the Maury Show is on the same level as truly believing that a Nigerian prince is e-mailing you to front him some cash. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-49784929787405982342015-11-24T18:46:00.002-08:002015-11-24T21:45:22.494-08:00Claudette Polite- I'll Come When You Call Me (1987)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Typically<i> I'm </i>the one walking into places reeking of weed, so when I showed up at the Kevin Hart concert on Monday and was the only person that <i>wasn't </i>fresh out of a hot-boxed car, I almost felt like I was being impolite. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-50030271746616199852015-11-18T19:33:00.000-08:002015-11-18T19:33:17.833-08:00Kleeer- Running Back To You (1981)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are times that I wish I was a celebrity. Not for the fame, or the money, or the public recognition, but rather the unwavering trust that the general public has in your basic opinions. For example, as far as I am aware, Shaquille O'Neal is not a physician, nor has ever set foot in a chiropractic school, but when that dude starts to talk about back pain in the commercials, I'm like, well, this guy probably knows what he's talking about. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-75310052511304232832015-11-03T20:37:00.001-08:002015-11-03T20:37:22.932-08:00Love Come Down- Evelyn "Champagne" King (1982)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As much as I bitch and moan and complain about Halloween, it's tough to
deny that for some folks, it's a good form of escapism for one night. It
must be a harsh comedown for someone to go to bed a slutty nurse on the
31st, and wake up back to being Brandy, <i>super</i> slutty Denny's waitress,
on the 1st. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-82103353351796595912015-10-27T20:09:00.003-07:002015-10-27T20:09:43.377-07:00Kenny Moore- It Only Takes A Minute (1982)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It only takes a minute to realize that a catchy song like 'Hotline Bling' was
released solely for the purpose of boozey-breathed drunk bitches to
scream-request it at the club "because it's my friend's
biiiiiiiiiiiithday". ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-21411464137676692842015-10-18T20:08:00.003-07:002015-10-18T20:08:55.875-07:00The Brothers Johnson- I'll Be Good To You (1976)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was burning some sage and incense to give my place some good house-selling vibes, and a neighbor comes down and accuses me of smoking pot, and it's like yo, you can kick in any time now, sage. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-61964131713137887722015-10-12T19:19:00.003-07:002015-10-12T19:19:53.062-07:00Aurra- Perfect Date (1984)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My boyfriend took me out on the perfect date this weekend. It
started simple enough: sushi, a drive, letting me smoke a joint in the
car while we drive around downtown listened to Future jams that he had
downloaded earlier in the week. Fifteen months in, and I'm still smitten
with the guy. As he pulls up to the front of my building, he looks in
my eyes and says something more panty-melting than all the love sonnets
in the world: "I've got a half bag of Sour Patch Kids in my backpack. Let's go inside". <br />
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~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-23464893279403762512015-10-04T19:11:00.001-07:002015-10-04T21:12:05.374-07:00Hot And Sassy- Let's Funk It Up (1980)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday, I stood on a corner downtown. Across from me was a
human-Terminator type stretching his calves, waiting for the light to
turn, and wearing only running shorts and sneakers. I leaned into the
guy beside me and said "Apparently the great shirt shortage of 2015 is
way worse than anyone thought". The guy beside me smirked, and held up his hand for a high-five. Sassin' ain't easy, but it sho' is fun. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-61560933380946732942015-09-29T19:52:00.005-07:002015-09-29T19:52:59.046-07:00Junior- Mama Used To Say (1982)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Say what you will about homeless dudes, hipsters have been ripping off
their style for like fifteen years straight. They may not be able to
maintain housing, but nobody in the world better understands the
intricacies of flannel shirt toppers.~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-61846170975620528672015-09-22T20:28:00.003-07:002015-09-22T20:29:05.847-07:00Howard Johnson- Much Too Much (1983)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I watched a lot of 60 Minutes on CBS as a small child, and Morley Safer said that 1 in 25 people were a sociopath. 25 was also the size of the majority of my elementary school classes. I studied my mom's true crime books cover to cover looked for the signs in my classmates. At the end of the year, after much too much close examination of my fellow students, it became painfully clear that I was the one that should leave the second grade and start figuring out how to procure black market weapons. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-92028659684685774592015-09-09T20:21:00.000-07:002015-09-09T20:21:10.062-07:00The Isley Brothers- Between The Sheets (1983)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some people feel autumn's cool chill in the air and think of it as
"sweater weather", "boot weather", or a great time for pumpkin-flavored everything.<br />
Me? I
think of it as "that few months where it's too damn cold to fuck on top of
the covers". ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-15543532117772967532015-08-25T19:21:00.002-07:002015-08-25T19:21:34.393-07:00The Live Band- A Chance For Hope (1982)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If the Sarah of 2005 would have known that the Sarah of 2015 could wake up hungover, and order Korean fried chicken to the door without even speaking to a single human, I think I probably would've had a whole lot more hope for the future in general. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-7162341332266000222015-08-19T10:45:00.000-07:002015-08-19T10:45:05.269-07:00The Next Movement- Let's Work It Out (1982)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Though I am not about to blab my sexual fantasies all over the internet,
it's safe to say that every single one begins with me getting the day
off of work. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-17012674987198999872015-08-04T19:00:00.000-07:002015-08-04T20:40:27.756-07:00Marva King- Feels Right (1981)<div class="sepator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life would be so much easier if I just got everything right the first
time around, but the learning curve is so much more severe and permanent
if I fuck things up <i>real good </i>a few times first. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-75498472336985709252015-07-28T19:51:00.002-07:002015-07-28T19:51:36.681-07:00Skyy- Call Me (1981)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I feel sorry for today's kids. With caller ID and IP addresses and whatnot, they will never know the thirty seconds of soul-less joy that comes with prank-calling someone in the middle of the night. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7139132068778428519.post-40013455565721276102015-07-14T14:53:00.001-07:002015-07-14T14:53:51.204-07:00Pike- Good Feelings (1982)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This morning, Reggie squatted over, and pooped on, a crushed, wet cowboy
hat, and nothing in the world could've been more effective at conveying my feelings
about the past two weeks in this city. ~sarah p.http://www.blogger.com/profile/10794691673312034760noreply@blogger.com0