Further immortalized with a Wayne’s World nerdcore pelvic thrust 30 years later, Hendrix‘s purported only happy song he’s ever recorded, “Foxy Lady,” was cut on this day in 1966, a year shy of his debut record, Are You Experienced. An immediate sexually-charged jukebox hero from the get-go, the feedback and pick-scrape gem had Hendrix wolfing anti-coy come-ons as he did best – channeled through a gnar-fuzz Purple Haze chord assault, Mitch Mitchell clobbering home the drum advance.

Conceived as an homage to the future wife of The Who‘s Robert Daltry, Heather Taylor, of which Hendrix clearly had a thing for, the guitar god made a sexual revolution anthem before it even happened. To the second-wave feminists of the time, how is this not the ultimate rock-bow to the power of woman? Certainly some objectification happening. But might as well’ve been shackles on Jimi’s arms:

I see you, heh, on down on the seen

Foxy

You make me wanna get up and scream

Foxy

Ah, baby listen now

I’ve made up my mind

I’m tired of wasting all my precious time

You’ve got to be all mine, all mine

Foxy lady

Here I come