Aretha Franklin "I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You" [1967]

Proving that it didn't need to be just male artists to sing bullshit come-ons to members of the opposite sex, Aretha Franklin -- owner of perhaps the fattest voice to ever make its way to acetate (it would take a few years before her girth would match it) -- released her late-60s unholy three-way marriage between churchy gospel music, jive-ass supper-club jazz and shallow session-jobber hippie grooviness, "I Never Loved a Man the Way That I Love You." Its success led directly -- woefully -- to the "soul" music foisted on the record-buying public by limey white drug addicts like Joe Cocker and Humble Pie a couple short years later. She was never ostracized from the African-American community the way Bruce Lee was when he was jettisoned from Hong Kong for selling out the martial arts, but this album resulted in no less violence: her voice was a pulverizing weapon, one which was developed to call down Jesus from the heavens, but which here only manage to punish secular listeners into submission while they're busy cleaning their house on weekends. Besides, if she were really such a great catch, don't you think she may be protesting a wee bit too much?