I'm not sure I can explain the appeal, exactly. It's manifestly appealing, of course, but it's the explainin' that's hard. Why do these rude little nonsense adult nursery rhymes have the allure they do?
That's Junior Walker and the All-Stars. When all of my friends were listening to Aerosmith records, I was listening to Junior Walker.
I learned to play bass guitar from my older brother. It took two hours. I've forgotten some of what he taught me during that two hours. It's still enough. He explained the difference between James Brown and the Beatles: The Beatles are a chord, James Brown is a scale. A minor pentatonic scale, generally, if you're interested. The Beatles are a piano. James Brown is a drumset. Ten days later I was playing for money in a nightclub. Shotgun. Junior Walker is a scale, too.
A magnificent, rhythmic, hypnotic, urgent, swinging, insistent, soul-shaking, hypersexual, sensuous, clanging scale. The go-go dancers are fine by me, too.
His real name is Autry De Walt Junior. Heh.