True fact: Whenever I'm particularly depressed and blue, there are two things that never fail to cheer me up.
The first is watching Woody Allen's Love and Death. "A puckish satire of contemporary mores" indeed.
The second is listening to the late Phil Seymour's cover of Bobby Fuller's 60s classic "Let Her Dance."
I was actually going to post the Fuller original with this for a compare and contrast, but on reflection it seemed superfluous; Phil's version manages to be both a note for note recreation of the original and yet sound even better. Funny that.
In any case, I can't think of a record that more reliably raises my spirits. Something about that perfect guitar riff and just the right three chords, I imagine. And also because the protagonist of the song sounds so almost heroically resigned to the fact of his seriously broken heart.
What can I tell you? -- I'm a romantic.