If you have any funk in your bones – and George Clinton has probably written something on an album sleeve that’ll tell you – this will be your single of the year. And of last year too, which is when it was first released, to no real fanfare. It’s got a searching, screaming chorus that won’t quit and a bassline as big as all outdoors, but is (just) understated enough to work as a sweaty club belter or, hopefully, radio smash hit. Keep it handy for barbecues, picnics, parties, weddings and bar mitzvahs.
