James Brown worked like a man running from an angry darkness. Glistening with sweat as if rained on. His legs bending like licorice. And howling. No one called it "funk" then. It was something ...

The hot blast of James Brown’s “Cold Sweat” arrived at the suburbs. Courtesy of Martha Jean The Queen on downtown Detroit’s all black WJLB, I first heard the future classic in my family ...