[Jet]

I remember pulling the 6 to midnight shift at a black radio station.
It wasn't called urban back then, just black radio.

Folks in the african american community kept the lines busy all night with requests
and the later it got in the evening, the more the slow jams poured in by request.

A hot summer night and folkd on the north side of the city jammed on every parking lot and
street corner to have a beer party.

The request line would ring and....
"I want to dedicate this to my man" or "how 'bout somethin' sweet for my lady, ya understand?"

"Okay, how 'bout the Dramatics tonight?

"Yeah, well that's cool. Just keep it sweet and groovin, y'all."
And tell my baby it's goin' out to her from Maurice, her main squeeze, you dig?"

"I dig, Maurice. It'll come up around 20 after the hour."

"Sho' nuff...catch ya all later, and keep the jams slow for my blow...."