Most of us, at one point or another, have wished we had more soul. I don't mean the abstract substance some argue composes the very core of our identity and being. I'm talking Michael Jackson moon-walking, Tina Turner hip-shaking, Charlie Wilson crooning soul that checks your sense of awkward at the door and keeps you out on the dance floor until your mom comes to pick you up. There's a richness in this music that's downright unbelievable, and we couldn't think of a better album to soundtrack your sultry July nights than "Victim of Love" by Charles Bradley.
The dude can flat-out bring it, and this album is the pulse of every love and heartbreak you've ever felt. So get yourself to the station muchachos, because the Charles Bradley soul train is about to arrive.