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Me, I’m a sucker for the following:

Let’s Get It On - Marvin Gaye - someone once called this song the closest you can get to shagging with your clothes still on. Heck yeah.

Can’t Get Enough of Your Love - Barry White - and there’s plenty of the White oeurvre to replace that song on this list, too. Rwor.

You Do Something to Me - by Cole Porter - Sinéad O’Connor did a version of this song on the Red Hot + Blue album that about made me faint.

Anything by Celine Dion - Just Kidding!!

Candy’s Choices

Sex Machine - by James Brown. Most James Brown songs are good for the sexy sexxxin’, but this one is extra-sassy.

Sexual Healing - by Marvin Gaye. Oh Marvin Marvin Marvin. Was there a finer man than Marvin before the 70s and drugs finally got to him? I don’t think so. That voice! That face! Sarah and I have declared him the Patron Saint of Sex for Smart Bitches.

Anything by Barry White - His songs are, like, sex on wheels. Pity he’s not nearly as pretty as Marvin. Any of y’all seen that video in which he’s singing to hordes of screaming, panting ladies--in a purple suit with giant lapels? Aiiieeeeee.

Jungle Boogie - by Kool and the Gang. Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun. And oddly enough, makes me want to get down to the jungle boogie. Behold the power of suggestion!

Jungle Fever - by The Chakachas. This song is basically a bit of funky guitar, some funky bass, some funky drums--and a woman moaning in what sounds like Spanish. Almost embarrassingly intimate, and definitely very dirty, but I like it dirty.

Long Snake Moan - by PJ Harvey. I love PJ Harvey. I have a big ole crush on PJ Harvey. I will, if it comes to it, gladly forsake my heterosexuality for PJ Harvey. And PJ sounding pissed off while yelling “Moaaaaan!” into the microphone = many throbbing hearts and other bits.

Junkie For Your Love - by Poe. The song has a pretty sultry, sexy beat to it, but the lyrics are, like, RROWR. See:

I know how to wear the costume,
I know how to wear the mask.
I even like the feeling of having to ask.
I like the sound of you whistling.
I like the way you wear your grin.
I even like the taste of my will caving in.

I’m not a junkie for your love,
I’m not a junkie…

Tales of Brave Ulysses - by Cream. I know, am I channeling Nora Roberts or something, bringing Cream into this conversation? But trust me. Very. Sexy. Song.

Just about anything by Interpol - because they’re all broody and hawt and their music is also all broody and hawt.