Sneakin' Sally through the alley
Trying to keep her out of sight
Sneakin' Sally through the alley
When up pops the wife

I said, ah I can't find nothing wrong with being friends cos sometimes
She lets me use the car
She said you better find somethin' wrong with your mind
Or better find something wrong with her, her
So I began to try to explain that it just wasn't, just wasn't what she thought oh
I'd better find something to do with my time
The fact is oh I've just been caught

Sneakin' Sally through the alley
Trying to get away clean
Sneakin' Sally through the alley
Oh, when up pops the queen

Trying to talk double talk, get myself in trouble talk, catching myself in lies
Catching myself in lies
Mama just looked at me like I was, ah, crazy
And didn't even bat an eye
So I began to try to explain, that it just wasn't, just wasn't what she thought oh
I'd better find something to do with my time
The fact is aaaah just been caught,

Sneakin' Sally through the alley
Sneakin' Sally through the alley
Sneakin' Sally through the alley
Sneakin' Sally through the alley
Sneakin' Sally through the alley
Sneakin' Sally through the alley

Another Robert Palmer classic, written by Allen Toussaint. Such a fun song!
Budd makes his debut on congas.

Budd Fogg - Drums, Congas, Vocals, Production
HC Lowe - Guitars, Bass, Harmonica, Lead Vocal, MIDI Programming, Production
The Biddies - Additional Background Vocals and Atmosphere

Recorded at CoronaTone Studio and Bear In The Woods Music
All licenses and permissions obtained.