The best part comes near the start. “Dancing on the dance floor,” Afrika sings in a melody that blends perfectly with the beat. “Snap my fingers, make you mine,” he flirts to a girl, “If not, I’ll snap a second time.” That section, the starting bridge, should be the chorus if not the foundation of the whole song.

Mike G follows but can’t handle the vibe set before him. Raps, which are fun but not nearly as interesting, follow, leaving not much more than the aforementioned beat; a relentlessly funky hip-hop loop with circus highlights; and impressive scratching by Sammy B on the turntables to hold the track.

my rating : 4 of 5

1988

1988