BURNING FOR THE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

Man, there ain't nothin' like that buzz of four on the floor. It gets your blood pumpin'. You mash those pedals, and that engine just roars to life. The beat is tight like a prison cell, and you're the prisoner. It transports you to a simpler time, when the music was raw, and you could just cut loose. Some folks say it's all about the car, but