And The Answer Is Revealed (A ! Die Whitey ! Post)

Thank goodness for the telephone, and for people who know informed people of their own whom they're willing to offer up, and for the willingness of these strangers to listen to hazy descriptions of vaguely remembered album covers, that's all I have to say.  It takes a village.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you THE SYLVERS!!

 

The BEAUTY of that hair! The POWER! The round, full, cuddly FLUFF of it! I could never get my hair to do that, but I stepped out those dashikis Mom made for me anyway.

I totally forgot there were women in the group.  Ladies, THAT'S how you pull of lip gloss.

During the phone tree it was pointed out to me that I should have have looked under "disco" or "R&B/Soul" first, which is a very good point. HOWEVER, Foster and Edmond were bonafide 1970s teen idols. They SHOULD have come up under a generic search for such persons. But because of the nature of fandom, the Internet(s) and the myopia of white people, they did not. That is the issue which annoys Me.

Waitaminute...disco? DISCO?? Oh, right. In my defense, this was back in the day before I developed Taste and Discernment. I'm pretty sure that began with my first exposure to Wendy O. Williams, but don't hold me to that.