I like Etta James. “A Sunday Kind of Love” is one of my favorite songs, and to me is far superior to “At Last,” which many people have since pointed out didn’t even originate with Beyonce’s latest arch nemesis. I thought to go into a whole spiel about how wrong Etta James is, how she may want to watch her back (and scalp) because Tina may dig into her root box and set it off, but I’m not going to bother.
I’m going to let Mama Skorpian break it down instead.
Word. Let this serve as even more proof that Beyonce stans range in age, color, gender, and sanity. Bey-lieve it, ya’ll. Bey-lieve.