6. Adult Mom, "Same"
Many New Yorkers have a "crying park" and a "crying train," for anonymous and discreet meltdowns. Ideally you could take your crying train to the crying park, but it's seldom that convenient. This summer I had to find a new crying park (sorry, not telling you where) because the old one was running out of bench space. Adult Mom's quietly seething hate-paper-doll guitar ballad "Same" was the first song I brought to the new park. The job got done. It wasn't a pretty scene, but what else are horrified-looking strangers for?