All that I need

Among the pleasures in crate digging is coming across a single that I know nothing about. Last week I was at a favorite joint (Record Wonderland in Roselle, Illinois) wrist-deep in the dollar-45 bin when I was stopped by the bright orange label above. Neither HOB nor Cross Jordan Singers rang a bell, but I took a chance. Back home, I treated the single to a round of Spin Clean and then ran the track through an Audacity carwash. Though not all of the pops and clicks were buffed out, nothing could...