While we'll readily admit that Janet Jackson and Scott Stapp both spring to mind every time we hear the phrase "big boob," we never really thought the dynamic duo would have anything else in common. But lo and behold, they've united to do battle against -- ironically enough, in the case of Ms. Jackson -- a strip club in Clearwater, Florida. Apparently, the owners of Diamond Dolls have regularly cued up the tunes of both artists without paying the standard licensing fees. Music publishing giant BMI, which represents Stapp and Janet, says that the club has not paid fees in some time, but owes less than a thousand dollars in total -- enough, we'd guess, to tide Stapp over until that Creed reunion tour . . .

What with all the wannabe fashion designers and jewelry collectors in the world of hip-hop, there's no shortage of MCs willing to get in touch with their feminine sides. But we've gotta hand it to Cam'Ron, who's taken things to another level altogether by going public with his goal of developing a shade of pink that he can actually patent. The Harlem-bred rapper -- who's never been shy about strutting around in varied shades of salmon and dusty rose -- says he'd like to be able to market his favored tone to the couture world, though we'd imagine he'd have better luck peddling the goods around the golf courses of Boca Raton . . .

Bob Dylan once called Smokey Robinson one of America's greatest poets, but unlike ol' Zimmy -- who seems to have found his niche as de facto Victoria's Secret ad man -- the Motown great is having some problems with his marketing skills. A Louisiana chef has filed a lawsuit against Smokey, claiming that the singer pinched his tag line to promote a new line of frozen gumbo. Johnny "Jambalaya" Percle says that Robinson's Soul Is in the Bowl is a little too close to his trademarked Soul in Yo Bowl to be kosher -- a term we use loosely, since both are riddled with shrimp. We're leaning towards backing Percle on this one, since, for some reason, we've never thought of Motown as much of a Gumbotown . . .

Those who believe that some guys use guitars as phallic extensions -- you know, to make up for certain shortcomings -- will no doubt get a chuckle out of Peter Frampton's recent public display of gigantism. Frampton teamed with the Discovery Channel this past week to work out the kinks on a thirty-foot-long, custom-made guitar -- which he played through a towering half-ton amplifier before taking the stage in Universal City, California. We were holding out hope that he might try one of those nifty toss-the-axe-in-the-air stage moves, but no such luck . . .