A discussion on one of my favorite blogs veered briefly into the efficacy of James Taylor music as an aphrodisiac.
I was repelled, but it got me to thinking back over the years, and to pawing through my album collection (which fortunately, in these enlightened days, is located entirely on my iPod).
Hence - the greatest makeout music I ever came across: Roberta Flack's premier album, First Take.
Every chick will find at least one cut to dig. (I dig them all. And, hey, I'm comfortable with that.)
If you play that album and don't get laid -- sorry, dude. You're unlayable.
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