A little for the masses

This is a def. top ten for me. It calls back to my time in NYC as a currency trader, and nights at Tunnel or Limelight, when Mills was a resident. It's not 1993 anymore, but still to this day, it's hard to top the master himself. It's so simple, gets right to the point, and the low end gets my furry ass moving, time in and time out. It was a simpler time.

My cousin Pedro has no taste for this sort of thing. He prefers Dave Guetta or Bob Sinclar. I just don't get it. I just don't.