Alan Leeds, one of my heroes and our greatest record of the living history of funk music, offers a warm remembrance of Bobby Byrd after Byrd's passing last week. Well worth a read, especially to understand that every great sidekick had the potential to be the front man.
You might also want to revisit Goodbye, Godfather, from when we lost James Brown last year.
Though one of his best known sobriquets is "The Godfather of Soul", a more accurate title would have been "The Father of Funk". James didn't just popularize the term, he defined the genre as a unique combination of sex, sweat, and social awareness. And it worked, at every level.