Music, generally speaking, has always been about getting it on, one way or another. At least back in the day, they had to work at it.

I don’t expect it will be long before I turn on the radio and hear a thumping bass-driven pop song whose only lyrics are “Let’s fuck” repeated endlessly.

Music.

Some people like to blame the devil for all the sexuality and cursing in music.

I blame Keith Sweat.

Get at me, Sweat.

Get at me.