Well into the 70s despite his personal demons, Sly Stone kept up the quality even if the groups who nicked his sound began to soar, Sly still had the edgiest sound but remaining melodic.
From a tight horn into to waves of wah wahed out, squeaky duck funkadelic synths wiggling away, the tight drumming rustles under the spacey chorus and then the rock steady turnarounds bring you back to the moment. But the incredible ascending 'staircase 'verses are phenomenal in terms of arrangement with Sly and backing singers singing in bright toned unison following the beat and so in the pocket it is irresistible. Their group vocals were also direct, fierce and so galvanised it was unreal even when the lyrics prettified here such as the second verse about 'Mother Beauty', the melody is direct yet rolls down the scale so effortlessly.