File this under: "Just when you think you know somebody".
Scooter--my friend of 20 years--and I were chatting away while getting ready for a night out. I had my iTunes on shuffle, and about 40 seconds in to Robin Thicke's 2002 breakout hit, When I Get You Alone, she stopped talking in mid-sentence to give it her full attention. It was one of my favorite songs that year, not only for his hot lyrics (flirty words that made me want to paw at him while saying, "RAWR"), but also because he cleverly sampled Walter Murphy's A Fifth of Beethoven:
Thicke, circa 2002
Don't invest all your energy into that background information. You'll need your wits about you when reading what started as a harmless musical discussion and ended with her letting something slip, leading us both into hysterics.
Scooter: "I love this song!"
Me: "Yeah, if he sang this song to me, he'd barely get through the first chorus before I'd start getting handsy."
Scooter: "HA! Typical. Who is it?"
Me: "He goes by 'Thicke'. As in, the son of Growing Pains' Alan Thicke."
Scooter: "MY Alan Thicke?"