I remember driving in the car somewhere with my dad, maybe to the library, which is a place we went every week. What I remember is trying to explain how much I loved this song, the Lulu version, even though every part of me that had any aesthetic sense of value versus cheese knew that it was Top 40 folderol. I might have phrased it that way, that’s the sort of kid I was. But I didn’t hear this version until today. When Al Green proves that with Willie Mitchell almost anything can work. Excellent song. h/t Darrin Viola.