Aretha Franklin Made the Best Fried Chicken in the State

She hates planes like you would not believe. She wore a radar dish hat to the 2008 inauguration. She lost a bunch a weight and now kinda looks like a Sharpai. None of that matters now. She's here in prime form, ready to get you dancing...and thinking!

I put it to you, Greg, that The Blues Brothers is the single greatest musical in the history of every musical ever. it's a blockbuster, a powerhouse, packed stem to stern with a non stop roster of r and b giants, the most spectacular dance sequences disguised as eighty car pile ups, Illinois nazis , stuff blowing up, Ray Charles pulling a piece on a kid and Steven Spielberg eating a sandwich. DAMN, SON!

My favorite bit in the movie, next to the voice behind Miss Piggy waving a condom around, takes place in a basement greasy spoon, home of the best fried chicken in the state, run by the queen of soul, Aretha Franklin. Her husband, obviously not near his right mind, tells her to "SHUT UP, WOMAN!" and one of the most fun musical sequences takes off like a big sloppy rocket. You think there's anything better than this? You think wrong, Bucky. WRONG!

And that's why I, Dave In The Cave, from the K-101.7 Poor Exercise In Morning Shows, am officially declaring this as your-

-K-101.7 Song of The Day! 

Speaking of movies, check out my movie review of the similarly kick ass HAYWIRE!