As much as I dearly love it, I don't put a lot of vintage soul up here for several reasons. Chief among them: the fact that I don't know that much about it and the fact that there are many superior audio blogs devoted to this very subject. However, I thought perhaps some of you might enjoy the change of pace provided by this 45, which I heard for the first time during a set by Superwolf over in KC (between sets of this Nuggets/Pebbles cover band I was playing in at the time). I dig the way the James Brown verses swerve into the Wilson Pickett chorus. And check the fade out, where our afflicted vocalist tells us that if he weren't in so much pain "I think I'd do that thing/They call the shing-a-ling." I feel that way every day of my life.

I don't know if this has appeared on any of those Kent (UK) CDs that excavate gems from the Atlantic Records catalog, but you can still get the original single pretty cheap. And unlike some of the 45s that seem to be all the rage ($$$!), it's a great record, meaning "it's a good song," as opposed to "it has five seconds of really cool drums on it."