Does That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh mean anything to you? We used to beg Mrs. Harris to turn on the radio in eighth grade art class just so we could hear K.C. and the Sunshine Band. She's a very kinky girl, the kind you don't take home to mothah. She's a superfreak, superfreak! We've snuck into a disco called Anabelle's with a view of the sparkling lights of a booming Houston. Night fevah, night fevah, something-something-something. It's not even 8am and I'm on my way to work. Hearing the BeeGees before breakfast puts the worst day of the week in perspective. Way Back Wednesday on 96.7 KHFI. We turn it up, roll down the windows, and slide behind our desk singing She's a bad mamma-jamma. Friday's just a couple of hits away.
