"Pick Up the Pieces"

I love this. I was re-introduced to it when browsing a furniture stall in Camden Market, and couldn't help dancing around the achingly expensive retro lampshades and occasional tables. It's hard to believe this comes from a bunch of bearded Scots blokes who look like they've been debating Descartes in a pub all afternoon, rather than some taut-as-a-drum soul band from Chicago. Stick this on your MP3 player and embarass the hell out of yourself on the Underground platform.