Ray Charles - Baby, It’s Cold Outside (1985)
This goes out to all the freezing Californians. Before you accuse, I know, it’s true, there’s a creepy predator subplot to this song that’s undeniable. I like to think it’s negated by the strength in Betty Carter’s performance (almost nonexistent in other versions) and the fairly next-level pop détournement happening on the entire album. That cover image is of an elderly Ray Charles, slightly askew, blind glasses in full effect, completely navigating a horse-drawn sled. ;) Also, I sing this song to my father all the time; these are my internal justifications.