Is anyone else feeling a little light in the pocketbook after a spectacular bout of Holiday shopping shenanigans? Perhaps the fact that a routine furnace inspection two days after Christmas morphed into a dreaded “red tag” (which, it turns out, is a very bad thing), thus necessitating a quite ill-timed purchase of a new boiler. Makes me think of this piece of seemingly effortless soul. Quietly bluesy, achingly honest and smolderingly smart. 20 Dollars by Angie Stone from the album Mahogany Soul, 2001.