A bare-chested R&B singer writhes to a sexy love song.
Singer tells his lover to turn out the lights, says he's gonna strip her down, throw her on the bed and make "sweet nasty love all night long."
Ask singer where he learned to sing -
He replies in all seriousness: "In church."

I'm a dork. But these days, NPR is even dorkier than I am.
The ersatz-hillbilly fiddle music that seems to fill every news break -- the elbow-patched chortling of the guests on "Whaddaya Know?" -- the endless whiny weekend programming has got my spectacles steamed up, and a cold sweat is starting to ruin the crease in my Kirkland jeans.