This one made it to #42 on the HOT 100. Really?
Some will call this song country. Other’s will call it r&b. Others yet will label it funk or disco. Maybe even reggae or samba? After listening to it twice today (and for the first time in years) I call it catchy. Oddly catchy.
This is Joyce Cobb’s only appearance on the HOT 100 in the ’80s.
Now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to listen to this song yet again.
Memorable lyric: “My father digs gold in South Africa in the rain and the cold and he’s old.”