Take me back to the days of clean cut men in matching natty suits singing harmony and dancing in step. When groups such as The Temptations rolled off the Motown assembly line like gleaming motor cars. Sure, the Motown music industry was a product of institutionalized racism in which talented young stars were sent to charm school to learn how to talk white, dressed up and groomed to conform to white ideals and forbidden to sing about anything besides chaste love for fear of disturbing white sensibilities. (A polar roundabout of today’s hip hop industry, which encourages talented young stars to look and act as ‘ghetto’ as possible in order to fulfill white preconceptions of black otherness.) Sure, it was tightly controlled, manufactured with precision, designed to sell. It was masterful, and it stands the test of time. Classic Motown remains classic.