You can only hear Grease‘s “Summer Nights” sung in a karaoke bar by two young and in-love dopes so many times before you succumb to your stabbing instincts. It’s natural, it’s beautiful, it’s legally justified. To stab, that is. It’s time for everyone to find a new romantic duet song, one that involves no Travoltas and Newton-Johns, to say nothing of Captains and/or Tennilles. Here’s an idea: “Primetime” by Janelle Monáe and Miguel.
You won’t be able to live up to its raw sexuality, but that’s a lot less embarrassing than crooning “Endless Love.”