Synchronized Dancing!

So like many of my fellow Tuftonians, I looked at the weather today and emitted a groan that can only be described as the death rattle of a mid-size walrus. 51 degrees and drizzle (as in rain, not the fun Snoop Dogg kind)? No way to start off the weekend. When life is this soggy, the only thing to do is watch Motown synchronized dancing. That's just the way it is. So I offer to you my special hangover cure, a blanket of smooth soul that envelops your eyes and eardrums and takes you far away from muddy Medford. Enjoy.