Stopped off at the liquor store to get sake for the sushi we're going to try for. "Heard it through the grapevine" came on. I started singing along, soft-like. Forty-ish black woman behind the counter looks at me, shakes her head, and goes "Oh, no, honey, you're too -young- for that kinda jive." Me: "I grew up on this stuff!" She just laughs. "You got good parents." Damn straight.