DJ Li'l Scratch is all over it, especially tonight at the Manor's exclusive "Sausage Slap" after-hours club. Why? Because he knows you like to start the week with a jolt - or the musical equivalent of cocaine, or dirty low-down booty sugar, as the kids call it. Ride that wild white pony all the way till Friday, amireet?  Wheeeeeee! And the best way to do that? Pizzicato 5, of course.  In the late 90's, I was all over Pizzicato 5 - or P5, for those in the know - a gleefully screwball Japanese group that was labeled, in America, at least, as "electronic," though I liked the label I once heard a DJ give them, "electro fizzy-pop," because I thought it best described their freakishly happy music. I didn't get them at first, not until a friend told me to think of them as the musical equivalent of Godard on ecstasy cut with speed (and without the politics). That sounds a mite pretentious (and how!), but it's really not, because in a vein simi...