So I’m in my kitchen at 2 am, making a vodka-spiked smoothie in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, and this track comes on. My blender’s still running, but suddenly I’m not watching the fruit turn to juice—I’m doing this slow, hip-grinding thing against my counter that would make my neighbors question what the fuck I’m doing up here. The bass hits different when you’re already three drinks deep and feeling yourself. That’s the fucking power of Yarden Krampf’s ‘Slide My Way,’ and honestly? His wife is living the dream we all deserve.
Let me paint you a picture: this is a man who wrote an entire funk tribute to get his Prince-obsessed wife hot and bothered. The dedication alone makes me want to find someone who’d channel an entire music icon just to see me move. But this track goes beyond cute husband shit—it’s legitimately sexy in that sweaty, deliberate, “we both know where this is going” kind of way.
The groove hits immediately, all bass-heavy and purposeful. You know that feeling when someone’s watching you from across the room and you can feel their eyes tracking you ass? That’s this entire song. When Yarden drops “You got those moves / Slide on over dear / Don’t forget your shoes / We’re getting out of here,” the urgency in that “we’re getting out of here” feels like a goddamn promise, the kind that makes my stomach flip in the best way.
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Here’s where it gets dangerous: “You look so good the way you move the way you spin / And there’s nothing more that I adore, you on the dance floor while you’re looking at me.” The way he stretches out those words, letting them breathe and build—this man understands foreplay. Musical foreplay. The kind where the anticipation is half the fun and you’re already planning what happens after the song ends.
Then he hits us with “You’re hotter than summer and you’re cooler than the moon / Little stunner, gunslinger, are you gonna pull the trigger?” And fuck, the gunslinger metaphor? The tension between hot and cool? This is a man who gets that attraction is about contrast—that push and pull that makes you lose your damn mind. His wife must walk around the house feeling like a goddess, and honestly, she deserves it.
But the line that absolutely destroys me? “When we go down to the banks of the hanky-panky you know I’m gonna give you a little awww.” The playfulness mixed with that promise—this is grown folks’ business wrapped in funk grooves. It’s cheeky as hell but somehow still sophisticated. Prince would absolutely approve.
The way Yarden builds this whole thing around watching his woman dance, the back-and-forth of “I see you sliding to the left / I see you sliding to the right” before that perfect question: “You gonna slide my way tonight?” It’s this delicious game of desire where everyone knows the ending but the journey is what makes it worth it.
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This man—who co-founded BioHarmonize, a Southern California wellness brand focused on raising human energy through innovation (the kind of guy who actually cares about your vibrational frequency)—surfs, plays pinball, and apparently channels funk legends in his spare time. He’s learned some shit too. Earlier in his journey, he got burned by misguided ‘advisors’ who led him down paths that weren’t his truth. Now? He’s all about authentic creation and lifting up the people around him. The fact that he can go from building wellness products to writing sex-funk tributes tells you everything about his range.
What kills me is knowing he wrote this specifically for his wife, a Prince devotee who clearly has excellent taste. Based on this track alone, she sounds like the type of woman we’d want to split a bottle of champagne with at 3am while dancing on someone’s kitchen counter. This is a love letter disguised as a funk track, but it’s also bigger than that. It’s an invitation to everyone listening to remember what it feels like when someone wants you so bad they can barely contain it. When he closes with “I want you girl / I need you girl / So glad you’re in my life,” the gratitude hits different—sexy and devoted all at once.
The whole track lives in that perfect space between playful and intense, between public flirtation and private promise. Yarden’s channeling Bowie’s theatrical sensibility through Prince’s funk lens, and the result is something that makes you want to find someone to eye-fuck across a crowded room immediately.
This is what happens when someone who actually understands groove and desire decides to make music about it. His wife is out there living our collective fantasy—married to a man who writes funk tributes about how badly he wants her. And based on this track? She definitely slides his way. Every damn night.
