Where to begin with Dusty? She could make the chirpiest song sound tragic, it was just there in her voice. There are so many of her songs I’d like to put into this list, particularly some of the lesser-known later stuff like Hollywood Movie Girls and even the Manilow-penned kitchen-sink drama Sandra. But I’ve opted for a track from everyone’s favourite Dusty album, Dusty in Memphis – which I think should be called ‘The Dusty Album It’s Okay for Straight People Who Read Q and Mojo to Like’. I Don’t Want to Hear It Anymore has a very specific sense of place: a crappy boarding house where ‘the rooms are small and the buildings made of wood’. Our heroine sits alone, listening to the neighbours gossiping about her boyfriend and his bits on the side. Dusty keeps the lid on the emotion, just about – but I always imagine her going completely crackers a few days later and having a Repulsion episode.