Dorkiest Dance Ever

Mashed Potatoes, anyone?

This guy reminds me more of the drunken middle-aged creepy uncle wearing a cheap toupee that turns up uninvited to your wedding reception than a professional dance instructor. You know, the one that drinks a gallon of champagne, hits on all the bridesmaids--including the ones he's related to, pinches everyone's ass, then makes a toast that would cause Lenny Bruce to blush. Later you find him passed out on the front lawn face down in puke. It's not even his puke.

Discotheque Dances by Dick Blake, 1965