She sounds more adult than the last time she sang the blues straight, familiar with disappointment and realistic about combatting it. But where Bonnie Raitt has always been a lap cat with a crazy streak, Sue Foley is a born stray, perpetually edging backward, on the verge of one of those moaning howls that sound a little like sex and a little like something being torn in half. She writes better grooves than choruses, sings sweetest when she s kicking someone s ass, phrases so naturally that the words seem to fall from her mouth. There just isn t enough diva in her for soul, nor enough remorse for country. Foley s best music steamrolls country and soul into a colorful blues macadam she can escape down.
Love is full of such tunes.
Let Me Drive. She also unloads on another Willie Dixon song. She did this first with Howlin for My Darlin , from 1995 s Big City Blues , transforming a patently leering classic blues into a celebration of frank, confrontational, so-feminine carnality. The new disc s Same Thing is just as sexy, but more of a lament. Why do men go crazy when a woman wear her dress so tight, Dixon wrote.