Its safe to say funky water must have been running through the city pipes of Plainfield, NJ back in the day. How else to explain the plethora of musical talent that grimed its way out of the ghetto, sticking itself all over the world, and in the case of one Mothership-birthed funkadelic revolution, all over the stratosphere. But, as with all shooting stars before they explode, these eventual Rock n Roll Hall-of-Famers were once just local yokels competing for some love. And their main competitors from get go was one man who knew how to sing a note, craft a tune and steer a studio:Sammy Campbell a.k.a Tyrone Ashley