Motown Songs At American Idol

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American Idol Top 10 (oops 11) contestants performed to the theme Motown songs mentored by Grammy Lifetime Achievement winner Smokey Robinson. The contestants sang classic Motown including two of Robinson's (Tracks of My Tears, Ooo Baby Baby). There were some great performances.

Check out some Motown songs here as well as Adam Lambert's much raved about performance of Tracks of My Tears

Motown Songs

Here's a recap of what happened at Idol Motown night

American Idol Top 10 Recap

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