Of this Jamaican pianist’s whole heap of recordings — running all the way back to Clue J and the Blues Blasters, at Studio One — here is one of our clear favourites: a quartet date (including Montego Joe on congas) in 1972, kicking off with a scintillating go at Richard Evans’ Montevideo, copped off Ahmad Jamal, and featuring an unmissable, funked-up commandeering of the title track.

The bullion-clad masterpiece of these pioneers of Nigerian Funk and Afrobeat at their deepest and heaviest — tearing, wailing, mid-70s funk, heady with spirituality. Superbad from start to finish, no let-up.

Rrrrufff and gruff EP by the In Paradisum old boy. Better humoured, nervier and more reined-in for his long break. Ace.

‘Just over half an hour of Luke Wyatt nattering — talking over, against, and to himself — interspersed with slyly deployed SFX, and quotes from his own musical recordings. A wild, uncannily cohesive, funny-sad excursion, issuing from a childhood memory, and somehow taking in the ’86 Mets, WIlliam Rehnquist, and Boy Scout regalia, amongst much else, in a hilarious, poignant affirmation of the spiritual prequisite of self-expression.’

Singles from 1971-75, the dental Istanbulite well over his teething phase of Beatles and Dylan knock-offs, by now electrifying pastoral visions of modern Turkish folk with metropolitan jolts of proggy flash.

Superb Memphis soul LP, originally out on Hi in 1972.
Rawly soulful across a range of styles, with strong songs — many co-written by Peebles and her old man, Don Bryant — in excellent arrangements by Willie Mitchell for the Hodges Brothers and Hi Rhythm, and exceptional singing.
Crucial stuff like I Feel Like Breaking Up Somebody’s Home Tonight.

The NY hipster in Cologne for the day in 1967, with eight members of the Kenny Clarke-Francy Boland big band, including Sahib Shihab and Ronnie Scott. Kicking off with Murphy unaccompanied in Duke’s Jump For Joy, the performances are masterful throughout, in wonderful repertoire, with a perfectly measured, enthralling introspectiveness.
Sconsolato in particular is ravishing, sublime Latin jazz, with casually brilliant drumming by Kenny Clarke and a gorgeous muted trumpet solo by Jimmy Deuchar, from Warrington. A desert island disc.
Very warmly recommended.

A no-frills, loving tribute — with Shirley’s longtime drummer Steve Williams and double bassist Curtis Lundy (brother of Carmen), formerly of Betty Carter’s group; also the fine pianist Alex Minasian and trumpeter Till Brönner.

Killer. Sublimely moody Latin jazz — our favourite recording by this great jazz singer — with expert accompaniment by Francy Boland, Kenny Clarke, Sahib Shihab, Ake Persson and co. On the flip, Just Give Me Time is a dynamic, full-flavoured bossa.

Two antenatal hours of rare and unreleased recordings — from Jimmy Jam extroversion to Andre Cymone’s bedroom demos — with Prince’s head showing from the off. A 144-page book, in fine Numero style.

A brilliant, tough, mid-70s funk work-out; and some nostalgia, with wistful falsetto and low-riding narration.
The UFB was formerly known as Bump And The Soul Stompers, led by Jerald ‘Bump’ Scott, from Kansas City.

Invoking The Delfonics’ Do You Remember, and flipping its melody the other way around. Recorded at the Damon Studios in Kansas City (owned by Victor Damon, inventor of the spring reverb).