And-a-one...And-a-two...And-a-three...

The rolling, bawdy ruckus of the horn section lurches forward like a lush, and the bass thumps out a cadence to keep it all from tripping over its own feet and tumbling to the ground. You feel the pulse of the music in your skin, feel it syncing with the beat of your heart and the flow of your blood. He throws you a sly, dashing look--leans in close.

"Let's dance!"