Room by room by room.
I came to this from the Graham Parker cover, but as hot as that is, Ann Peebles brings a Dusty-like chill to the anger that makes it feel even more destructive. And more perfect, too, one for the pantheon. (I’d like to see a cage match between this and Heard It Through the Grapevine, not because Playhouse would win, but because both are the pinnacle.)
Those chimes knocked me on my ass.
Awesome slice of soul.