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Born in the late 60′s, I grew up listening to the groovy sounds of Motown; at least, that is, when my classical music-loving mother wasn’t around to change the station. That one enchanting Ivory queen of soul shared my namesake was purely by chance. My Italian father and German mother had no knowledge of Teena Marie when they gave me the same name. But oh how she mesmerized with her audacity and her song.
For years when her music rocked the...