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Robin Thicke Is Still The Sexiest Wingman

If you don’t get any after his show, you’re doing something wrong

When Robin Thicke finally hit the stage at New York’s Highline Ballroom last Friday night (Dec. 9), the shrieks came from all ends of the room, from women of all ages and, as the singer himself noticed, races. “And there’s white people in here tonight! This is rare! I must be blowin’ up or something!” Oh Robin, always so modest.

Granted, if “blowing up” is measured by the amount of #1 songs an artist has under his belt, then Robin is, by definition, not (he’s only got 2). But, if based on a solid resume of deserving records that never got enough shine, an unrelenting excess of loyal female fans who know every word to the aforementioned songs and a handful of men who begrudgingly two-step to his tunes confident it’ll result in them getting laid later, then Robin wins, by a long, long mile.

Read the rest of my review HERE via MSN Groove

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