Need a Man

The lights are low, the bar hums with quiet secrets, and the first notes of “Midas Touch” slip in like gold dust on the skin — smooth, dangerous, impossible to ignore. From there, the night deepens. Eartha wonders “Where Is My Man” somewhere in the haze, her voice velvet and sharp, while Marlena Shaw aches softly, whispering “Touch Me in the Morning.”

This is music for after-hours — when time slows, shadows stretch, and every track pulls you further under. Each beat lingers, sultry and deliberate, inviting you to surrender to its spell.

Press play. Let the night take you.