Play that Funky Music White Mom

So I was rolling down the mean streets of Portland in my sweet ride, a 2000 Volvo wagon, just chillin' with my homeboy L-man, when I roll up on this tricked out black Sentra at a light. I look over and the driver is busting some kind of move to a heavy bass beat. Ha! This bad mamma-jamma's got nothin' on me. He looks over and I give him the head nod, eye wink combo. He knows what's comin' next. It is on! I lean down and crank up the knob on my volume dial (and move the speakers all the way to the front of course, so as not to permanently damage my child's hearing) and crack the window just enough for him to get a taste. I shout , "Give me a beat!" ala Janet Jackson in her monster jam "Nasty" (circa 1986, the last time I was anywhere near "cool") and let the sweet sounds of Marlo Thomas singing "Free to be you and Me" flow out of my factory installed speakers. The light turned green and we both drove away without incident but I'm pretty sure he felt me!