In my advancing age it takes more than it used to at a show for me to lace up my air-forces, cut some rug and get sweaty. So I have to fully endorse Chromeo for melting shit at the acoustically questionable Cannery Ballroom last night; I can’t even do drugs on weeknights. Fancy Footwork would be the album I’d propose to the unfamiliar, but if dudes come to your city on tour you won’t need to be a connoisseur of the catalog to dance your ass off.  “Bonafide Lovin” [below] is a danceable lil songy about nabbing some younger biddy away from her younger bf: riveting stuff y’ll. -mw