Full Disclosure: I didn’t even get to play this song at Fatback this year, but it is one of my favorite musical discoveries of 2011 nonetheless. It was delivered to my consciousness via a friend’s satellite radio and I dang near blew a gasket (and a seat belt) in outrageous funk ecstacy. The song absolutely demanded to be played as the highlight of my Fatback set later that month. And you can hear exactly why… A rolling faux Native American drumbeat, sleigh bells, guitar licks dripping with funky effects all burbling beneath lyrics about world peace (and/or “Mary Jane”), and Barbara Wood of Brooklyn Trucking Express leading the instructions. And so it was that KCizzle, Master of All Things Funkulous, dropped it in the first set of that hot August night to my simultaneous horror and delight. It’s one of the strange joys of being part of this Funky Mid Atlantic Hydra (Grooveri Perspiratorum), where seven heads are better than one. See, KC and I both know, that between “Peace Pipe” and little Pineapple Express, there isn’t a conflict on the planet that can’t be resolved with a little sweat, focused gyration…. and maybe some Cheetos.