Recorded in a waterfront Dynasty Studio in Seattle, "Funky Place" was initially improvised by the full band. The song was then then touched and refined by each musician until it felt "just right". BigTalk Jon Rÿser presented the track to Justin Armstrong and they commenced in mixing the hell out of it. (Can you hear a flavor of Rick James' "Bustin' Out"?) Left in Justin's extremely capable hands, he delivered the final mastered version you are listening to now. Musicians: Davee C - Drums; Tyrone "LBD: Lovelace - Bass; Ernest Pumphrey Jr. - Vocals; Brian "StingShark" Ray - Guitar; Kimo Muraki - Guitar; Chad Pavcovich - Keyboards; Anthony "Funkscribe" Warner - Keyboards; "Buddhaful" Mike Maffei - Keyboards; Chris "CD" Littlefield - Trumpet; BigTalk Jon Rÿser - Alto & Baritone Saxophones; Adrian Witherspoon - Trombone; DJ Leopold Bloom - Turntables; DJ Shapeshifter - Turntables; Produced by Marmalade Recorded at Dynasty in Seattle by Daniel Slinger Mixed at Electro Kitty in Seattle by Justin Armstrong and BigTalk Jon Rÿser Mastered at Electro Kitty in Seattle by Justin Armstrong Cover art by Monica Gripman Composed by: David Charles Carpenter; Tyrone Robert Lovelace; Ernest Lee Pumphrey Jr.; Brian C Ray; Kimo Paul Muraki; Chad Pavcovich; Michael Joseph Maffei; Anthony Warner; Christopher Douglas Littlefield; Jon Murray Carl Rÿser; Sean Molnar Copyright © 2013 Marmalade ASCAP Lyrics: Alright. Woo Woo, here we go! When I think about, baby, The things we do at night; Makes me remember, baby, How we fit just right. The way you move that body Like you don't have a care; I hope we get started And Imma take you there, Let me meet you there In the Funky Place You know it's the right space. It's the only place Where you get no disgrace. Lookit here. Now everybody's talkin' 'Bout that place that we been. And I hope you will meet me, baby So we can do it again. Again until the end. In the Funky Place. You know it's the right space. It's the only place Where you get no disgrace. Hey! If you want to do it You know there ain't nothin' to it But to do it. (You just gotta do it, gotta do it. Hey!) If you want to do it You know there ain't nothin' to it But to do it. We can work it out, babe. Hey! Come on. Horns! Dig. Now, if you can't get with it, baby, Just try try again. I can guarantee, baby You sure 'nough gonna win Put your body in To the Funky Place Know it's the right space. It's the only place Where you get no disgrace. If you want to do it You know there ain't nothin' to it But to do it. (Just gotta do it, gotta do it. Hey!) If you want to do it You know there ain't nothin' to it But to do it. (Do it, do it, do it. Do it, do it, do.) If you want to do it You know there ain't nothin' to it But to do it. (Doin' it, doin' it, keep doin' it. Doin' it, doin' it, keep doin' it. Hey!) If you want to do it You know there ain't nothin' to it But to do it. Hey! We can work it out, baby. Ugh. We can do it.