Late one night, you're having a good time; minding your business. Not bothering anyone. But then it happens.

Music starts playing.

Head starts bobbing, legs start moving, and hips start turning. The groove has taken you prisoner. And you don't fight it. You go with it. You're just too smooth to fight it.

That's what I'm all about. And I call it New Smooth.
-AJ( more )