If a man's gonna eat fried chicken, he's gotta get greasy

Staying on the topic of licentiousness, it's interesting to consider the geographical/cultural variations on how it's shaped into art. Let's take Kenny Rogers. In contrast to Leon Ware's domesticated, slightly over-the-top chivalrous approach to seduction, Kenny's tale of bonged-out redneck sexplay invokes the rambling drifter archetype who isn't too concerned about controlling his environment or even himself. And it's served it up in a swampy twang funk that smells a little suspicious. It's sort of hideous to imagine Kenny himself doing any of this stuff, but I bow to the tastes of his demographic, at least the one from those pre-cudddly-Kenny days.

Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - Tulsa Turnaround