How anyone can base an entire song on the merits of a lady’s rear end, I’ll never know. Or at least I didn’t until America’s newest urban export told us about a gentlewoman “who looked better from behind”. There’s plenty of similar sleazy lyrics involved, all set to a silky smooth R’n’B beat that’s ideal for bumping and grinding in underground sweaty clubs where hormones are flying about the place. Though not literally, we hope.