If you were alive in 1993, then you were around to witness one of the most important, poignant artistic transformations in music history--one Stanley Kirk Burrell morphing from a fast-tapping, double jointed rubberman with scant artistic integrity to a smoldering sex-loaf who smuggled small Peruvian villages in his speedo, while making our collective knees buckle. Proper.
Here he is in all of his glory.
Oddly enough, this character never made an appearance on Hammerman. But he did get top billing in America's hearts--and never left. That's what happens when you're rocking more meat than Hillshire Farms.
(Ladies, please just remember that this man is a bit deformed. All men aren't like me and Hammer.)
Catch you on the other side,