When I was a kid, my parents would hire a babysitter ~5 years older than me. She would bring over her little Victrola and a small stack of 45's and after she ran my sisters off to bed, she would teach me dance moves that she learned from the TV shows. Years later, when I was in JHS, she would snag me and "make" me dance with her to older songs. She was a tiny little thing with a curvy butt, so that wasn't much of a chore. To be in the 7th-8th grades with a cute HS cheerleader hauling me out onto the dance-floor... Not such a bad thing.