There's only one word that describes this song - Groove. This song just totally grooves. With an organ line that is the epitome of understated funk, a bassline that simmers, propulsive drums, and guitar reduced to nothing more than a palm-muted *snick*, this song will never rock, but with it's nifty line in faux-swearing and building, brassy crescendo is grooves as much as, or more than, anything on this list that has so far professed to being funky. George Clinton, take note.
Damnit, damnit, damnit, my research has just turned up an unpleasant truth about this song - Bruce Willis covered it.
As such, a previously fantastic, edgily funky song about civil rights is ruined by the sneering visage of Mr Willis. The man may have made Die Hard, but he is the anti-christ of soul when it comes to music. And with that, a new rule: Any song, no matter how good, will be consigned to the rusting slag heap of ignominy if it's covered by Bruce Willis. And the Staple Singers had such cool names too, to wit: Roebuck "Pops" Staples, Cleotha Staples, Pervis Staples, Yvonne Staples and Mavis Staples. It sounds like Shaft mated with the Ramones. All I can say is that they really must have needed the money to allow that no-talent assclown to cover it and ruin it forever.
Verdict: Respect Yourself Enough To Not Let Bruce Willis Cover Your Songs
Tomorrow: Prince - Kiss
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