Whoever is doing that fucking sublime piano part (this is the more jazzy Fellow version) deserves a seat in heaven.
("When The Beatles first arrived in New York City in 1964, they requested Murray the K play the song on his radio station." Ahh fuck you, Wiki, I didn't need to cry any more today.)
(The Funk Bros....Standing in the Shadows of Motown....who the fuck is it, Joe Hunter maybe? Earl van Dyke? This is upsetting me more than it should.)