Okay, this death shit is really starting to piss me off.
I had a poster of the cover from Estep's 1994 album No More Mister Nice Girl...
...on the wall of my office at The Magazine Formerly Known as Stereo Review for years; I was vastly taken with her from pretty much the moment I heard the first word on the record.
And yes, I was obviously aware that she wasn't technically my type, if you know what I mean and I think you do, but I just didn't care.
God, she was cool. From New Jersey too, as I just learned over at Wiki.
In any case, she died of complications of a heart attack last Sunday. RIP, you fabulous emotional idiot.