Albert King is a quintessential blues singer: a downtrodden, soulful figure who just won’t quit, opting instead to channel his frustration at random misfortune into bluesy swagger. He makes the title track sounds like a blessing in disguise. “If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all” (except for that awesome voice). This album has some pretty groovy hooks, too. I particularly like the riff for Crosscut Saw. The Hunter is also a pretty great track, both for its groove and its subtly risque lyrics.