I know everyone has missed this regular feature.  I apologize for my laziness.  It won’t happen again.  Unless it does.

This week’s song is a reminder of how dope and hip Alison Gaylin really is.  My guess is that if Mr. Khalifa hadn’t written this song, Alison would’ve.  Because that’s how she rolls.  Up.  Or whatever.  (Awesome sidenote:  It appears that Mr. Khalifa is a frequent visitor to the Las Vegas tattoo shop Karen Olson writes about…)