Smells like dirty Sax

My brother, Momahawk, recently pointed out that these queer boat captains covered this song, replacing the sax solos with wanked-out guitar riffs.

Aaaanyway, enough of that. Hear the original right here below. Smell the sax on this smooth ass jam.



When I hear this song I always imagine an anonymous hotel somewhere that is connected to an airport, it's 1980-something, cut to: INTERIOR - HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT, where an airline pilot is making sweet love to a married flight attendant (only, in those days, she would have been a "stewardess"), they make love for hours, order some room service, drink champagne and eat fruit, do some blow (although she doesn't really approve of him doing cocaine, she does it anyway cus it makes him thrust that much harder) and they make more sweet love, her memory of her husband fading if only for one more night before the 9:30 flight back to Newark...