Once a year or so, a super-mainstream pop song manages to defy all logic, completely endear itself to me and lodge its overblown, Auto-Tuned self squarely in my cerebral cortex. I'm usually a few months late to the game (I somehow managed to not hear Rihanna's 2007 smash earworm “Umbrella” all the way through until sometime this year) but when I fall, I fall hard.
7. The Saturday Night Live sketch it spawned
Starring Andy Samberg, Bobby Moynihan and Justin Timberlake, it was inarguably the greatest combination of a female pop superstar, goofy male comedians and black Lycra since Wayne Campbell dreamed himself into Madonna's "Justify My Love" video. Sadly, if you missed it last week, all you can get now is this incredibly bootleg, fourteen-second YouTube clip.
6. The ladies-only band that played it live on SNL
I'd have rather seen more of the two (two!) drummers and their badass choreographed armwork than Beyonce's backup dancers (her actual ones, this time), but yeah, even that token white girl rocked it.