The great choreographer Rennie Harris knows his hip-hop history in his feet and in his bones, and from Oakland to Detroit to the Bronx to Chicago; from funky boogaloo to robotic poppin’ and lockin’ to MJ’s moon step to the rhythmic soft shoe of Philly GQ and the loopy figure-eights and jaggedy hooks everywhere and always. Part travelogue, part history lesson, Harris’s wondrous compendium shows slide as a consummate turntablist does between grooves. The connections are exhilarating and sly, with effects accumulating over the course of the night. For American Street Dancer, in its New York premiere, an orchestra of bucket drummers, beat boxers, and an actual old school turntablist will keep time with Harris’s PureMovement crew—from Philadelphia, his home turf. Cameos of such special guests as the Bronx-born hoofer Ayodele Casel pepper the program. —Apollinaire Scherr