I rode my bicycle around Eureka this morning, looking at yard sales. It was a beautiful day, sunny with a few clouds. Very few automobiles, just a quiet nice city in the morning. The record offerings were a little thin — but I did find a half dozen 45s including this wonderful Gladys Knight tune.
There is something just uncanny about the thumping elegance of real-deal Motown sound. Both sides are scorchers! The flip is “Got myself a good man”:
Life of refinement 