New Orleans, 1977. One restaurant kitchen. Six members. Played after the dinner rush.
Spanking The Sauce formed in New Orleans in 1977, in the kitchen of the restaurant where all six members worked. The band played after the dinner rush, once the last tickets were off the rail and the line was wiped down. For the first two years it played nowhere else.
Five members cooked. The sixth, Marcus Labat, washed dishes and played trumpet. The band recorded four albums between 1979 and 1989 and held a Friday-night residency at a neighborhood club for most of the 1980s. It ended in 1989, when the restaurant closed.
01After the Rush
The band began in 1977 in the restaurant kitchen, after close. The dinner rush ended around ten. By eleven the line was clean, the burners were off and the instruments came out of the dry-storage room, where they were kept behind the flour.
The first rehearsals were held with the hood fans running. Dewey Mahoney set his kit up between the prep tables. Marcus Labat, the dishwasher, played from the dish pit until the band asked him to come closer. He was seventeen.
02Volume
Get Saucy was recorded in the kitchen in 1979, over two Mondays, when the restaurant was closed. The tape machine sat on the pass. The microphones hung from the pot rack.
On the second Monday the neighbors called the police about the volume. Two officers came to the back door. Rosalie Fontenot asked them to wait until the end of the take. They waited. The take is the one on the record.
03Fridays
From 1980 the band played Friday nights at a neighborhood club a few blocks from the restaurant. They worked the dinner service first and arrived in their whites. The first set began when the last ticket was out, which the club learned to accept.
The residency ran for most of the decade. Extra Sauce and Don't Ask were written for it and tried out on it. The club's owner kept a stool by the stage door for Big Lou's ladle.
04Chairs Up
The restaurant closed in 1989. The band closed with it. It played seven farewell dates across the Gulf Coast that year and released The Farewell Sauce, whose sleeve carries a single line: “It never ends. It only simmers.”
The band's last photograph as a working kitchen was taken on the sidewalk in front of the shutters. The city has no plaque for them. They have asked.






