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.)