Groove Me is a song from the period of my misspent youth when I listened to Top 40 radio. It was a big hit in the Bay Area. Little did I know that King Floyd was from my future hometown, New Orleans. He did, however, grow up in Kenner Kenna, brah, not the city proper. Perhaps that’s why the lyrics to Groove Me are so improper.

By the late Sixties. King Floyd had given up on the music business and took a job as a postal worker. He decided to give it one more try in 1970. The result was Groove Me, which was produced by New Orleans music legend Wardell Quezergue. Don’t ask me to pronounce his last name. I can, however, pronounce Floyd.

We begin with the songwriter:

Etta James. Say no more.

Jon Cleary is New Orleans’ answer to Paul Carrack: a soulful keyboard player and singer. He’s best known for his time in Bonnie Raitt’s band. Lucky Jon. Lucky Bonnie.

Next up, the Zydeco man from Mallet, Louisiana, Terrance Simien:

I met Marva Wright several times. Nice woman, great singer who died too young in 2010.

What would the Friday Cocktail Hour be without an instrumental version of the week’s tune? This time, FCH regular King Curtis.

That’s it for this week. Let’s drink to the crew of the USS Lincoln. Here’s hoping they get home soon. It’s what Mac, Irma, Allen, and Aaron would want. Never argue with them.