I figured we needed some unqualified just plain fucking great music up in here after all of that hemming and hawing over those krazy krackers. This 1969 single by Betty Harris, produced on what sounds like some spectacularly correct combination of drugs by the one and only Allen Toussaint, is a filthy, screeching, out of control noisy funk masterpiece with ghosts in it. I mean it. Listen close to all of those atonal foreboding clusters of electric madness moving randomly over the gloriously busy second line drum volleys. Do it !