Cha-Cha-Cha-Cha-Chaka Khan...Chaka Khan...

Playlist today at my friendly neighborhood Giant...

As I walk in and check the boys into the Tree House to play, I realize I am doing a little booty-shake. Why? Overhead, the speakers are treating shoppers to a little Chaka Khan. "I feel for you....I think I love ya..." Oh yeah, my grocery store plays the jams. Sadly, there was no dancing dude in sight today, but better believe, I was on the lookout.

Today's playlist was postively rawkin':

I Feel for You - Chaka Khan (damn, she is awesome. Go on with your big haired bad self.)
Why Can't This Be Love- Van Halen (heeeeeeeell yeah! Throw up your rock sign and thrash.)
Pink Cadillac- Bruce Springsteen (can Boss me any damn day.)
(Some random Beyonce song...all of them sound pretty much the same, and oh, dear God the wailing...)
Karma Chameleon- Culture Club (losing me a bit here.)
When I See You Smile- Bad English (Trace, OUT.)

So maybe Culture Club and Bad English didn't make me want to break it down, but it is better than muzak...no? I swear, I am thisclose to being that guy in the store dancing in the aisle. And Eh mah gah, if they ever play THIS, it is All. Over. I won't be able to control myself. This song is just way too hot. If I happen to be passing by a pole at that moment, I may actually be tempted to grind it. The bonus would be that I could make a little extra dinero for the groceries.

Hey, and how about me and my wicked memory, being able to list all the songs I heard today, and in order, thank you? This old girl's mind is like a steel trap, I'll tell you.