Katee's solo is to a Maxwell cover of "This Woman's Work." She leaps around, and, since this is such a melancholy song, grins the whole time. She's such a good dancer, though.

Kherington and Mark hooked up with Tasty Oreo for a jazz routine. He wants to "showcase the style," rather than focus on some kind of story. Thank god. It will involve sliding and kicks. That also sounds promising.

"Canned Heat" by Jamiroquai. Sweeet. Man, how much is my appreciation of the routines affected by whether I like the song? This routine starts off strong but for me seems to lose steam despite all the running around on stage. I can't say it did a whole lot for me. There are the promised kicks and slides, and also twirls, but it just seemed to sit there on stage.

Lil' C calls it a good routine, but says the lifts shouldn't look so choreographed. Mary says she's not really "coming out of her seat." There was nothing particularly wrong with it, she says, but "at this point in the game, I wanna be fired up!" Hey, if a lackluster routine keeps her sedated, no problem. Nigel uses a driving test metaphor in which someone just checks off all the things they need to do, like pirouettes. "No heart, no passion," he says. Way to go, Jamiroquai.

Will's up for a solo routine to Luther Vandross's "Dance With my Father". Man, he can leap. Man, he's good.

Comfort and Twitch are doing a Dave Scott hip-hop routine, the basis of which is the future. Think Studio 54 in 2085. (If man is still alive?) Comfort says she never thought she'd be with Will, because "two hip-hop? Ridiculous." She promises not to let him outshine her.

Oh, yeah, the future, as scored by Chris Brown and featuring Comfort and Twitch in silver outfits and sunglasses. Like a '50s sci-fi movie. As Comfort promised, it's ridiculous, especially the popping. Russian steps across the stage. Comfort pulsating under Twitch's hand. It's not even a meatball hung right over the plate by the pitching coach; that's a meatball right on the tee that's been smacked into the upper deck.