Grocery shopping this morning at the Berkeley Bowl I accidentally read the label on the Reduced Fat Skippy Peanut Butter. Just beneath the brand name it read, “SPREAD THE FUNK.” Cartoon double-take. “SPREAD THE FUN!”

Damn.

The funk was being spread in the parking lot. Somebody dropping off a truck full of oranges in crates had the windows down (it’s a brilliant, warm day here) and Marvin Gaye’s Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler) pouring out. I could feel my hips being seduced by the rhythm.

Marvin Gaye, a man who needed absolutely no diglycerides to improve his creaminess.