Back in the 1960s, I lived for the Billboard pop and R&B charts and WABC-AM Top 40 countdown. Everything then was rock or soul, Black and white, uptown and downtown. But if you lived in New York, as I did then, in Washington Heights, you knew there was a third stream—boogaloo. You could hear it coming out of the open windows of apartments on summer week…
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