”American Hustle” ain’t got nothing on me. They don’t even get right, neither did “Saturday Night Fever”, even though that was closer. Man, there was nothing like the feeling of a Saturday night back in ’78. Spend the afternoon getting a touch up on your perm and a trim on the ‘stache, do a little shopping for your night at Studio 54 and get ready to get funky. Forget that Bee Gees noise, man, we were ready for some Earth, Wind & Fire, hiding behind some big brown lensed aviators with the gold rims. And the leader of the crew, Funkman, was always there…..

Funkman knew the game. We are talking from every angle. He could outdance Travolta while he was layin’ a beatin’ on a thug harder than John Shaft. He had lapels so wide and platforms so high that people mistook him for a 747, and so many gold chains that Mr. T used to write to him for fashion advice. He knew how to look good, and those suits were tailored for a perfect fit so he was always comfortable, no matter which way the dance floor took him. “Ergonomics are next to funkiness”, he used to say. And Funkman knew his tunes He was the first one to say “I don’t care what the charts say, Michael McDonald ain’t no Tom Johnston”. Sometimes after 54 the crew would go back to his hacienda and he would have the tunes pumping through his quadraphonic Nakamichi system. Man, that sound was just like being in front of the band. He had every angle covered. He would look you in the eye and say “son, I put the funk in functionality”. I had forgotten all about that saying until a gaming peripheral manufacturer Func did just that.