Yesterday it felt like -52 degrees in Chicago. What the actual fuck? How is it so cold outside that Mother Nature is like, “Wait, I actually owe y’all some degrees, brb!” I haven’t seen snow like this in a while, not to mention experienced cold like this because, thanks to global warming, it almost never gets this bad in New York. But here I am, freezing in Chicago. As sit here at a coffee shop, fingers still too cold to type, face still thawing down to room temperature, socks cold from all the snow I crushed to get here, all I can think about right now is maxin-n-relaxin on a beach somewhere with a bunch of oiled dudes feeding me Sour Patch Kids. These 27 songs are the next best thing to being on a beach, so blast these joints up real loud as you dance around your apartment in those awful thermal undies!