I once worked for a guy who was remastering Ray Parker, Jr.'s old tracks. I was in a room down the hall, so I wasn’t really there for it, but I knew there was a possibility that I might get in a conversation with Ray Parker, Jr. and I realized I would have to stop myself from saying both, “hey, you know who I like? Huey Lewis and the News” and “why exactly does busting make you feel good?”

In the end, I just said hi to him and walked past and talked to the boss and left again and that was the only time I saw him.