Teena Marie remembers Rick James
I signed to Motown Records in January 1976. One day I was sitting in Stevie Wonder’s office, playing his piano, and a young bohemian-looking man came strolling down the hallway. His hair was half braided under his Jimi Hendrix hat. He wore blue jeans, a muslin shirt, platform sandals, and had a plethora of turquoise and silver adorning his hands and neck. I could feel his kindness. He stood in the doorway for a long while, listening to me sing. At that moment, Rick and I became best friends and musical soulmates.