Funky Fifties!, various artists, Harlem Hitparade, compilation

I like doo wop or old-school rhythm and blues, whatever you call it, so there will be more. Rockin’ Robin has lyrics that simulate birds’ chirping—tweedle-lee-dee-dee-dee, twiddle-dee dee dee. I remember the song from my childhood, but I could never get those lyrics right. That pretty little raven at the bird bandstand taught him how to do the bop—I didn’t understand that line. For  years I wondered why the robin had to compete with the buzzard and the oriole; today I decided that they didn’t symbolize anything, it was just to fit the meter. Love Potion No. 9, sorry to say, was done better by the Searchers than the Clovers. Muddy Waters had songs about love charms—this one is an innocent tale. The YouTube version refers to going back for No. 10. Hey Little School Girl is a frequent theme in r and b. ‘Pretty little girl walking down the street/you look so fine, look so neat/Hey little girl will you be mine/I wanna love you all the time’—when the Paragons sing it, it isn’t the least bit salacious. Something I didn’t know—the song is on Herb Alpert’s album with the cover featuring a young woman wearing nothing apparent except whipped cream.