Whenever I’ve heard some dumbass libtard—usually a 60s refugee, but by no means always—deride the 50s, 40s, or anytime before the Sexual Revolution as pretty much a barren desert in terms of human sexuality, I’ve always just had to shake my head and smile to myself. The musical evidence against such an obviously specious supposition abounds; herewith, a mere few examples that present an airtight case to the contrary, which I’ll tuck below the fold for safekeeping. Trust me, folks, this stuff is NOT safe for work, wives, or young children, not even a little, tiny bit.

Note that most if not all of these artists will be quite familiar to anyone who knows much about early R&B, blues, and/or doo-wop. Names like Jackie Wilson, Ruth Brown, and the Clovers are legendary, and for good reason too. According to received shitlib “wisdom,” though, they shouldn’t know anything whatsoever about screwing, getting it on, making the beast with two backs, etc. Yet somehow, they sure seem to know plenty about doing the dirty boogie. Go figure…