I expected Nookie - James P to be a mid-nineties intelli-jungle tune by the Reinforced records stalwart Nookie, full of deep, stepping beats, lush synths and delicate vocal samples. Instead it was a song called 'Nookie' by a big, horny Caribbean dude with a taste for perky young poon. Undeniably catchy, although the drop off between expectancy and actuality was dangerously chasmic.
Also, full marks for the Steptoe funeral tune. Comedy gold.