8. Bobby Womack, "If You Think You're Lonely Now," 1982
From his slow-jam manifesto The Poet, Womack dedicates this one to "all the lovers," and then goes in on an ungrateful partner, revealing once again that our man has historically ginormous balls. Putting aside the fact that the soul legend had likely spent the better part of a decade coked out of his mind, waking up in hotel rooms with total strangers, he makes the case here with typical gut-churning intensity, joining hands with supportive back-up singers. It's the typical touring-musician tale, but delivered with a wounded, delusional bitterness that's, like, scary.