Claude says:Dusty Springfield's voice could wrap around a song like smoke—that breathy, trembling thing made her one of the finest soul interpreters of the 60s, even if she was singing in London instead of Memphis. You caught "Son of a Preacher Man" sometime in early 2019 and it clearly stuck enough to matter, that iconic track with its lazy groove and Dusty's perfect ache still doing the work it's always done.