I still love many of the old rock 'n' roll songs I listened to back in the 1950s, BEFORE the "folk scare." Tough to single out a small number of favorites; I certainly love Sam Cooke, like anyone else with any taste at all.

Here's a couple of extra-wonderful examples that come to mind today. Tomorrow, I might find different ones to mention:

The Flamingoes' reinterpretation of "I Only Have Eyes For You." Perhaps the most magical, ethereal SOUND ever put on a 45rpm platter, a profoundly original rearrangement of an earlier generation's pop hit, from a time when "pop" meant something different from what it would mean later on.

Jackie Wilson, "Lonely Teardrops." 'Nuff said.