What goes well with Drakkar and your young attempts to be all GQ Smooth? Why the Isley Brothers, of course. Back in the early 90s the effort to show a slow-jam game that was sicker than the average depended on digging through your parents crates. New Edition, After 7 and Keith Sweat wasn't quite enough. You had to go deeper.

Back in the Jurassic Age when I was pursuing Kenyatta, I took her on a long drive out into the country and threw on the Otis Redding. By then everyone was up on the Isleys. You had to take it back to Stax--the blackest of all Morning Coffee.