Donna Summer was a defining force in my childhood. Most Saturdays, around mid to late morning, my mom would pull out her favorite record and blast in through the house. We’d all bop around singing to the music as we did our chores or relaxed in our rooms, until a song would come on that we’d be so excited by that we might even meet in the front hall and have a little family dance off. For real. This was the 70’s, and it was very hard to resist the energy of disco music.