Turn the Beat Around by Vicki Sue Robinson from 1976! She was a great mulatto singer from that era.
The disco scene was fairly multiracial. As long as you dressed up and danced, any person of any race could be part of the scene, and a lot of the best disco bands were Black, like KC and the Sunshine Band.
Most people think that all music from the disco era was horrible, but that is not necessarily true. I think there was some really great music being made in those times. Of course, I was a part of that era, so maybe I am biased, with my silk and cotton scarves, my velvet pants, silk shirts and four-inch blue platform heels. Unfortunately, there was also quite a bit of male homosexuality and bisexuality in that scene, which I am not too happy about. But mostly it was just all about rich young Whites flaunting their wealth at discos, and it was also wildly heterosexual.
When I was 18, a friend of mine and I worked as car-parkers (What is the name for that?) at a disco in Anaheim, California. We got lots of tips. However, we were required to give all of our tips to the asshole manager, and he said we were not entitled to one penny of those tips. We thought that sucked, so we started “stealing” tips. It wasn’t really stealing to us because we figured that we earned them fair and square. We would give that asshole Manny a certain portion of the tips (maybe 1/3 to 1/4) while keeping most of them for ourselves. He caught on real quick and insisted that we were stealing tips, but we always pleaded innocence.
My best friend M. and I would carpool to the job in Mark’s pickup truck with a camper shell on it (what do you call those?). We would lift up the camper shell and throw the money in the back. At the end of the night at around 2 AM, we would count up all the money and split it 50-50. We used to get some huge tips. Guys would pull in in Lamborghinis and give us $20 tips just to show off. We would take the really hot sports cars out in the back and race around in them. Manny found out about that and told us to knock it off. One time we found some disco chick out in a car in the back getting fucked by some guys.
It was good times, good times!
Unfortunately, M. had a bit of a homosexual problem (not uncommon in that scene) and that among other things (including the fact that I was selling pot to his younger brother) led to the ending of our friendship. But I will save that crazy story for another day!
What was funny was whenever I went around in those disco clothes, a lot of guys would call me a faggot, but some of those clothes drove women and girls wild. Especially those green cotton scarves and cowboy bandanas tied like scarves. Chicks went insane with lust when they saw those things!
Guys can call me a fag all they want. Just give me the pussy!
