They got the groove, don't they.
Listen to that back-and-forth piano to drum in "A Little Max (Parfait)." You can see them feeling each other across the sound stage. Layer over that a dance dream sequence from a 40s movie, red screen in silhouette, she's maybe in a faux-flamenco skirt, and their sexy tension plays out in their feet.
Take a ride in lounge-y Caravan, the low staccato repetition in the opening bass setting the pace. Silks and velvets, only the eyes visible through the veils, or is it the belly button.
Man this stuff is swanky. Perfect for a…