Rich here. I had never heard of Michael Franks until I heard my brother Mark's band play "Eggplant," a jazzy, sexy, slinky song written by Franks that talked about all the ways the singer's baby cooked her, ummm, "eggplant," and his declaration that sometimes he "just has it raw with mayonnaise."
"Eggplant" was the sexiest song I'd ever heard. Yet, for as much as the entire song was steeped in sexual allusions, it never once mentioned sex or making love.
And as I discovered when I rushed out and bought THE ART OF TEA, the silky, jazzy album featuring "Eggplant," Michael Franks was certainly no stranger to double entendre. Many of his seductive songs are slyly blanketed with analogies and euphemisms for having sex. In fact, you may remember "Popsicle Toes," his most well-known song from the mid-'70s that included sexy lines that never mention sex. But I don't think he's singing about geography, do you?
You got the nicest North America
This sailor ever saw
I'd like to touch your warm Brazil
And feel your Panama
With all those warm-climate allusions, are you feeling hot, yet?






