Who the Hell is Francesco Yates? (Asking for a Friend)

I been had. I been took. I been hoodwinked! Bamboozled! Led astray! Yes, Malcolm X reportedly said it first, but it still applies. It started with a sexy little song I heard on a car ad. Every time it came on, my hips began to swivel, my shoulders began to undulate, my eyes began to drowse. A hypnotic guitar ostinato mated with a sensuous tempo. And that voice, that voice like a Robin Thicke who, in the vernacular, “might could dance”; that voice with the smooth falsetto of Eddie Kendricks; that voice with the lazy moves of Billie Holiday, just barely tapping on…