I support all efforts to help humans get in touch with their inner dancer. After all, we are one of the few animals on this planet that dances all freaky-like, just for the sake of it. (Remember that time when you dressed your dog Fluffy up all pretty in a tutu and held his paws to help the poor sucker try to get his groove on? Yup. Dogs, like most animals, don't share our sense of rhythm!). Which means that we humans are the true freaks of nature - and the only animals who can really cut a rug. (Except, aparently, for some birds, according to YouTube).
This noted, our special human talent for dance is one of our most creative/profound/connective abilities and rituals, and so, I must admit, I'm in love with the concept behind the hit Fringe show Dance Animal: that anyone and everyone (human, that is) should and can learn to nurture their own innermost discodancing beast. 
Of course, the perfectly absurd Fringe twist to this comedy-dance fable is that the featured humans (aka Dance Animals) must embody and commune with a chosen animal conduit (Dance-Hippo, Dance-Chicken) to channel their unique swing. Personally, I chalk this up to our current disconnect with the natural world, but maybe that's reading too much into a fun Fringe show. Here's my suggestion for next year's outing, which will be the troupe's third foray into the wilds:  the Dance Animals, with their new-fangled animal-inspired powers of dance, begin to share their freaky human talents with real live animals! I mean, how cool is this dancing Cockatoo named Frostie?!