'Twas another long hard day of buying and selling in the streets at the Centennial Olympics in Atlanta. Human beings were waiting in a long line just to get inside the Super Store at the Underground so they could purchase athletic apparel known as "stadium stuff." Just outside, a deejay who called himself The Roving Jukebox and was brought in by Underground merchants to provide atmosphere for the buyers, began playing a song known as Electric Boogie, which goes like this:
Immediately, the line of buyers fragmented. Three dozen women—long thin young women, short round old women, black women, white women—fell out of rank and spontaneously formed a new kind of line. They began to perform a complicated but remarkably synchronized dance, the electric slide. A crowd formed around them, foreigners openly gawking at this intricate harmony of hopping fannies and fanny packs. None of them, dancers or gawkers, could keep the smiles off their faces. There was still hope for the Olympics.