Even if not all our choices give you the warm 'n' tinglies, we hope you find some fodder here for your Valentine's Day playlist. Let the seduction begin. If that wasn't enough to make teenagers drool over their remote controls, there was "Wishing Well. Telepopmusik, "Breathe" Sexy downtempo electronica was all the rage in the early '00s, but rarely did it get sexier than French duo Telepopmusik's "Breathe.
Telepopmusik were never quite able to replicate the seductive magic of "Breathe," but then again, neither was anyone else.
Massive Attack, "Teardrop" There are songs for sex and there are songs for sharing your body and soul with your beloved through the sacred act of lovemaking. File this song in the latter category. Herb Alpert, "Rise" Herb Alpert knows sexy. In "Rise," a Billboard chart-topper, the tune of the trumpet is more appropriate for a sundown gunfight in a Western flick. Yet, the track sounds really hot. Maybe it's the deep throb of the bass or the slow-motion handclaps.
Years later, "Rise" remains a staple of late-night smooth jazz radio playlists, solidifying its baby-makin' status. The xx, "Crystalised" As you listen to that galloping drumbeat, you can't help but feel wrapped up in a sort of race. The lyrics, structured as a conversation between momentarily divided partners, details the race to keep up with one another as they navigate love and intimacy. The song musically climaxes as she sings "I've been down on my knees and you just keep on getting closer," and unwinds as the two sing in relaxed unison, "Go slow.
He can magically make anything that should be totally unacceptable completely OK — including infidelity, which is the subject of his track, "What You Need. The Rolling Stones, "Beast of Burden" The Stones get more ageist hate than any other still-rocking legends out there for one reason, and one reason only: An orgy of guitar grooves, subdued drum rhythms and ravenous choruses make this one swell with soulful satisfaction.
Am I rough enough? Beth Orton, "Central Reservation" Sometimes the walk of shame is a walk of elation; not the end of a one-night stand, but the beginning of a new relationship. British singer-songwriter Beth Orton's shimmering electro-folk ballad perfectly captures the thrill of that moment, when a hot new romance makes everything feel possible. From its carnal opening verse "I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath" to the blissed-out contentment of its chorus "Today is whatever I want it to mean" , "Central Reservation" is next-day afterglow in song form.
He just wants to be your man, with everything that entails. He could weigh pounds with that kinda talk. The Doors, "Riders on the Storm" Real sex appeal always carries with it an element of magic, and few musicians toed the line between the carnal and the occult like The Doors and their lizard king leader, Jim Morrison.
This song is spooky, yes, with Morrison singing about a killer on the road and his brain squirming like a toad. But those dark elements, delivered over spaced-out, shimmery effects and the sound of far off thunder, are also exactly what make the song so bewitching. The beat is as hard as a raging boner. The riffs come in rhythmic thrusts.
In the end, though, all you need is that big, swooping chorus to reach the point of no return. It's a confession of instinctive, indiscriminate desire, with a message that's casual, clear and speaks to let's face it what's on most of our minds. With Josh Homme's breathless drawl and a strut-worthy tempo, the track is instrumentally doused with lust, with each chant of "I wanna make it, I wanna make it wit chu" adding an extra ounce of fuel to the song's sexual smolder.
Mazzy Star, "Fade Into You" Hope Sandoval wasn't the first singer to deliver heartstring-tugging lyrics through hushed, smoky tones. And although breathiness can be a cop-out for a lesser vocalist, here it holds everything together. With each waltzy measure, every slide across the guitar, the whole song threatens to dissolve into thin air — but stays grounded under the weight of Sandoval's impossibly sultry voice.
Maybe so, but if it came out today, every music supervisor in town would still be trying to license the hell out of it. That reptilian brain lurking inside of you has no time for rationale when it wants what it wants — and what it wants is to fuck. That was largely due to smoldering frontman Michael Hutchence. He recalled that hot, insouciant loner who skipped class to smoke and stared at your year-old self in a way that made it hard to swallow — irresistible, yet ultimately unknowable.
But really it's the slow-build, guitar-rock sex anthem "Ball and Biscuit. The entire thing then builds into a climax of a guitar solo that still flusters us every time. Add to the mix its black and white video, directed by legendary fashion photographer Herb Ritts and starring model Helena Christensen and Isaak frolicking around in their undergarments on a beach — who needs color when you have this sexy concoction?
After all, the song's title tells you what kind of relationship this is going to be. Donna Summer, "Love to Love You Baby" There is only one version of Donna Summer's sex jam that is amour appropriate, and that's the plus-minute version that took up an entire side of vinyl when it was released on the album of the same name in Any abbreviated remix or radio edit is the disco equivalent of premature ejaculation.
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