And not only did he have a car, he had Sneakin’ Sally Through the Alley playing on 8-track. I pulled this stunt one year-and figured I’d spend the remainder of my life out there all by my lonesome, living on squirrel meat and wearing bark clothing-when lo and behold another guy staggered out of the woods. Every year people would spend the day getting wonderfully wasted, and every year a tiny minority would disappear into the woods abutting the field for “a brief nap,” only to wake up the next morning marooned, like Robert Crusoe with a killer hangover. I first heard Robert Palmer’s Sneakin’ Sally Through the Alley the morning after my beloved alma mater, Shippensburg University, held its annual “Spring Fling” in a field in the middle of nowhere. Remembering Robert Palmer, born on this day in 1949.
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