The 60 best sexy songs ever made

‘Let's Get It On’ is the typical go-to for getting busy to the king of soul, and frankly it's not the wrong choice. ‘Sexual Healing,’ however, is a groovier, more nuanced jam: its hypnotic rhythm is more fully realized, and the Gaye of this track is clearly more wizened in the medicinal properties of lovemaking. It was also, notably, the crooner's last big hit before his untimely death: one last essential track guaranteed to fuel sweaty nights for generations to come. 

Ear porn. Actually, the video for ‘Wicked Game’ is visually titillating too, featuring Isaak romping on the beach with topless supermodel Helena Christensen – but sonically, this 1990 hit exudes lust from hypnotic start to finish. With its velvety guitar melody, silky coolness and sensual, oh-so-soft vocals, no other song about doomed love has fueled more steamy sexxions.

Ri-Ri's discography is packed to the corset with all manner of sexually charged hits, from the on-the-nose ‘S&M’ to the evocative ‘What's My Name.’ This track meets things in the middle, launching with the promise ‘sex with me, so amazing’ that almost dares you to put it at the top of your playlist.

One thing you can count on with Usher is consistency: Two decades into his career, the slick singer is still releasing songs as titillating as, say, ‘Bad Girl.’ ‘Climax’ dropped on Valentine’s Day 2012, and it's as surefire a soundtrack for horizontal listening as his previous hits; according to Diplo, Usher proposed the idea of ‘tak[ing] the strip club to the stadium’ with its production. And with that dead-sexy falsetto and wax-melting grooves, you can hear it.

Less than a year after leaving One Direction, Zayn released his debut single ‘Pillowtalk.’ Abandoning all teen popstar rules, Zayn went for pure seduction on this sex-fueled track. With libidinous lyrics, an intoxicating beat, and a very provocative music video with model girlfriend Gigi Hadid, the track became a ubiquitous hit, solidifying Zayn’s ‘bad boy’ status and erasing any vestiges of his 1D past.

While the Canadian singer is widely known for his seductive tracks, House of Balloons, The Weeknd’s debut mixtape, is undoubtedly the spiciest. ‘Wicked Games,’ a five-and-a-half-minute epic, is a haunting, sensual masterpiece. With thundering but minimalist production, Abel’s vocals pierce through with hair-raising electricity. Unpacking the deviance of addiction of both love and drugs, ‘Wicked Games’ is a track of depth, intimacy, and unfathomable pain – cementing its melancholic seduction to the hall of fame.

The Internet's Grammy-nominated album EGO DEATH delivers a masterclass in sensual R&B and neo-soul, but ‘Girl’ stands above the rest as one of the sexiest songs to ever grace this earth. With Kaytranada laying down a heavy frunk beat, Syd’s whispery vocals are the perfect vehicle to talk about the openly gay frontwoman’s dream girl. Whether you want to impress a co-worker with an underrated banger, or you’re looking to get romantic with a lover, ‘Girl’ is just that song.

Ocean’s epic single traverses time and space for a knotty tale about adoration and longing. Like a good romance, the soulful R&B track takes time to build – practically speaking, it’s a great way to eat up 10 minutes.

In her 1984 hit ‘The Sweetest Taboo,’ Sade innocently sings, ‘Sometimes I think you're just too good for me / Every day is Christmas, and every night is New Year’s Eve.’ Sade, just give it up. We all know what ‘New Year’s’ in this scenario entails. Between the English songstress’s sultry voice and the sexy, Spanish-influenced melody, ‘The Sweetest Taboo’ is a serious no-brainer when it comes to having a heart-thumping, sizzling-hot time.

With an opening salvo like ‘these lips can't wait to taste your skin,’ things get steamy quick on Miguel’s 2012 sex-soaked single. Armed with a deadly falsetto, the crooner melds the sweetness of a young Marvin Gaye with the swag of in-the-club-like-yeah Usher – it's damn near irresistible.

From the opening bars, lazy Dylanesque strumming and slide-guitar moans suggest a warm, lazy summer afternoon. Then Hope Sandoval starts singing, her breathy insinuation suggestive and vulnerable at once. The music curls and stretches, and all you can think about is merging with your object of desire.

This list would be incomplete without Teyana Taylor’s ‘3Way.’ Reading like a threesome how-to, Taylor gives you the salacious play-by-play on having a ménage à trois. It’s literally impossible not to be turned on by this track, as she takes you through this scandalous sex affair with NSFW steamy descriptors. The entire album, a 7-track Kanye West produced project called K.T.S.E., is the ear porn we’d been waiting for from Taylor and does not disappoint – in the bedroom or on the aux cord.

This R&B anthem is so unbelievably sexy that soon after its release on Doja Cat’s second studio album Hot Pink, a TikTok challenge went viral with users taking the sound and posing proactively in a doorway showing off their silhouette (often in nothing more than a bikini). Even though the song is only a few years old, the track’s steamy trap opening is now synonymous with seduction that just hearing the first 5 seconds of the track ignites a fiery nostalgia with its early aughts sound: thumping bass and swerving synth production that is reminiscent of Cassie or Ciara.

The New Orleans MC mashes together rap, rock and an ascending electronic pulse for this characteristically grimy love ballad. Wayne’s gruff, sporadically Autotuned voice is perfectly suited for this kind of romantic boasting. We’re apt to take him for his word.

In no way related to the slightly cheesy Bad Company song, this 1974 tune is quite simple: Flack describes moments that inspire an amorous mood, including after walking through a park and while sitting in a restaurant. But her soulful delivery sells it – she coos each line as one lover might to another just before heading to the bedroom.

Not many singers could work an unsubtle metaphor comparing their junk to a small horse over a beat that sounds like Pac Man burping and have it radiate pure lust, but Ginuwine was a special kind of R&B loverman. Two decades later, ‘90s kids still get sweaty whenever walking past a petting zoo or children’s birthday party.

Thanks to Jennifer Lopez’s now-iconic pole routine in Hustlers, a new generation now knows what '90s kids rounding the bases to Fiona Apple knew all along: ‘Criminal’ is the secret weapon on any hookup playlist thanks to its suggestive lyrics (she truly has been a bad, bad girl), impossibly slinky beat and Apple's feral delivery.

One of the all-time greatest songs about butts in a genre busting with them, here we find Juvenile driven damn near insane by the booty. Long before Kanye wanted to ‘play that shit back in slo-mo,’ Juvie and Soulja Slim had that ground staked out – and it earned them a Billboard Hot 100 No. 1 hit.

Fact: Barry White could have sat there reading the side effects of Cialis in his silky baritone and it would have done more for libidos than the drug itself. Most of the legendary crooner's mainstream hits are quick-rhythm disco-soul jams about the power of love, but when Barry slowed things down, the heat steadily rose. For proof, look no further than the man’s first mega-hit, a seven-minute, funk-tickled orchestral odyssey into the arms of sensuality as only White guide. Don’t worry baby. You’re in good hands here. 

When Eurodisco pioneer Giorgio Moroder famously asked Donna Summer to simulate throes of ecstasy for this trendsetting 1975 slab of taboo, the devoutly churchy singer initially demurred, then faked an estimated 22 orgasms for the track, inspiring millions to follow her lead. Time promptly dubbed her ‘the Queen of Love’; nowadays, we’d surely be less discreet.

Lifted from the xx's debut EP, Islands (2009), ‘Do You Mind’ finds the chic Brit indie trio in stunningly sensual form. Originally a bubblegum dance track by Crazy Cousinz featuring Kyla, the tune gets the xx treatment – and then some. With Jamie Smith's slow, pounding beats and Romy Madley Croft and Oliver Sim’s winding guitar riffs and smoky voices, part of the charm of ‘Do You Mind’ is how polite its lyrics sound, given the fluid ease of the song. To answer that question, we don't mind… at all.

Any lingering Mousketeer innocence completely evaporated when Ariana Grande dropped Positions, a 14-track tribute to tussling between the sheets. Grande found a deliciously naughty hit in the form of this peppy confection, in which the singer sunnily croons about drinking coffee and eating healthy in order to prepare for a marathon all-nighter that would leave even Sting with neck cramps. The centerpiece carnal act? Well, do the math. (Nice!)

Lil Nas X became a star with ‘Old Town Road,’ but he became an icon with ‘Montero,’ a sexually explosive hookup anthem for the ages. Even without Nas’ highly provocative live performances, the dancehall-flavored jam drips with raw energy: ‘I'm not fazed, only here to sin / If Eve ain't in your garden, you know that you can / call me when you want / call me when you need…’ It's an anytime come-hither for the ages, served up on a steaming platter. 

You may think you don’t know this song, but you do – oh, you do. The fiendishly rude-sounding bassline, the nearly cheesy-but-actually-genius organ riff and then the whispered, orgasmic crooning… ‘Je t’aime’ is Sexy Song 101. French singer Serge Gainsbourg really was doing the nasty with English rose Jane Birkin in the studio. It so scandalized and titillated the prudish Brits that the BBC banned the song – which, of course, only added to its appeal.

It's hard to imagine after nearly 60 years of watching the man slowly evolve into a strutting wood carving, but Mick Jagger used to ooze sexuality. All the Stones did. For evidence of what happens when every piece of England's horniest rock ensemble is in the mood, look no further than this sax-heavy, disco-indebted Some Girls groove. From Keith’s funky licks to Jagger’s moans and Bill Wyman’s undulating bass, it’s a concentrated dose of rock aphrodisiac best played at top volume. 

Prince’s credentials as the King of Hump were a thing of public record long before he uncorked this sultry scorcher of a track in 1992. The lyrics and delivery epitomize Prince’s libidinous swagger, and the rapped vocals are among his least embarrassing hip-hop attempts; best of all is a killer groove that assures you Prince can keep it up all night long.

A song that caused a seismic amount of pearl clutching, ‘WAP’ is a glorious, raunchy celebration of feminine sexuality, and hilarious to boot. It’s not just the extremely graphic turns of phrase – ‘grab a bucket and a mop,’ ‘macaroni in a pot’ – that caused the prudes to sweat: It’s the fact that two women invaded the sexualised world of hip hop and explained in extreme detail what they want in bed (hint: ‘not a garden snake’). The song slaps. So do the stars’ partners, apparently. 

For this 1985 slow-burner, the Boss stops working on his hot rod long enough to pine after a married lady (or, as the video suggests, maybe it's her car he's really into). Here we have Bruce at the peak of his blue-collar pre-middle-age sex appeal, all grease-covered hands and sweaty brow trying to get a look under the hood. Cougars of New Jersey, look alive.

The late Bill Withers’ frequently traded in uplift on tracks like ‘Lovely Day’ and ‘Lean on Me,’ but the man had needs too, and he made an all-timer with ‘Use Me Up,'’ his jagged, jaunty song about his inability to quit a bad relationship because the good parts were just too good. Which is kind of sad, really, but like Withers’ narrator says, it's tough to think of the bad stuff when ‘it feels this good getting used.’

In the '90s, Ginuwine was the R&B king of getting freaky, and to our ears, his greatest moment is this duet with hip-hop’s queen of sauce, Missy Elliott. The song’s metaphor is pleasingly out-there – they’re on a plane, Missy’s the stewardess, Ginuwine’s the passenger. ‘Feel the turbulence, and maintain,’ coos Missy, ‘Please refrain / Stay in your seat / Until we reach the peak.’ The song flutters, grinds and swoons its way to R&B bliss.

Issued on her 1961 debut album, At Last!, Etta James’s impossibly honest blues tune revealed a lot about her spirit: swinging, slinky and sassy. It also showed that she was a woman who knew what she wanted. Upon its release, the song immediately shot to the top of the charts; we can only imagine that the soul diva got exactly what she wanted in the bedroom, too.

In 2008, disco-era power androgyne Grace Jones claimed in an interview that ‘Pull Up to the Bumper’ had nothing whatsoever to do with sex. Yeah, right: nothing to be read into her helpful suggestion that a bit of lubrication might be required to get that oversize stretch limo through the back door. Meanwhile, the song’s possessive thump got everyone ready for some grease-monkeying around.

Some might argue that syncing a round of lovemaking to Dark Side of the Moon is better than doing the same to Wizard of Oz. But while results may vary, ‘The Great Gig in the Sky’ makes a very strong case for prog rock in the bedroom. The song starts slowly, steadily building to a massive, speaker-shattering climax as vocalist Clare Torry screams, moans and sputters with orgasmic glee. Then it lingers... slowly bringing things to a calmer pace as Torry, seemingly exhausted, drifts off into a blissful dream. Truly, this is as far from Kansas as you can get. 

‘The Great Gig in the Sky’ is the musical equivalent of a transcendent bout of lovemaking. ‘Jungle Fever’ is the musical equivalent of a sweaty hookup in a public bathroom. The funky, polyrhythmic jam dips between its Latin licks, synth-flutes and intermittent bouts of heavy panting, moaning and ecstatic screaming from a mystery woman clearly enjoying what she’s hearing. The track was so provocative it got banned by the BBC, inadvertently giving it an even sexier edge than it already had. 

If you’ve ever dreamed of Lady B paying a visit to your chamber, switch on this I Am... Sasha Fierce single, in which the singer laces her firm come-ons with plentiful coital oohs and ahhs. Let them inspire your own chorus of moans.

Coupled with soul man D'Angelo’s extraordinary songwriting chops and an exquisitely chiseled body, the video for ‘Untitled’ is almost too much to watch; the singer is naked as far as the eye can see, and he licks his lips as he sings the song’s refrain (he was thinking of his grandma’s home cooking, he maintains). Besides winning sexiest video on this list, the song also is a contender for most delicious, unbearable musical climax. Press play, and you’ll see what we mean.

Sex is an indelible part of this Britpop band’s oeuvre, but frontman Jarvis Cocker often addresses the subject in a way that’s rather unnerving. (See the entirety of 1998’s This Is Hardcore.) This song, from Pulp’s 1995 breakthrough, Different Class, is no exception, as Cocker sings about missing the sensation of sleeping with a former lover. Cocker sings in his signature low purr over a slinky drumbeat and pulsating bassline, eventually building up to an explosive, altogether satisfying climax.

Few songs have thrown a spotlight on streetwalking the way this chart-topping 1974 smash did… and none made you want to get down (or learn to speak French) more. Cover versions have proliferated, but only Patti, Sarah and Nona deliver the real goods. All together now: ‘Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?’

Subtlety is not one Abel Tesfaye’s strengths, and the whole ‘I feel it coming’ refrain isn't even the most on-the-nose line of the song (‘I can feel that body shake/And the heat between your legs’ is). Still, the song is one silky endorphin rush teaming the velvet-voiced singer with the melody-makers of Daft Punk at their retrofuturistic best. 

The immortal Ms. Jackson entered her ‘grown and sexy’ phase with the gorgeously slinky lead single from her world-dominating fifth album, 1993’s Janet. The mood is chill, but Jackson makes her desire plain: ‘Go deeper, baby, deeper/You feel so good, I'm gonna cry.’ And the next sound you hear is a whole country of MTV-obsessed ‘90s pre-teens accelerating through puberty simultaneously.

Aalyiah's sultry slow jam is basically the sex-song equivalent of ‘Cha Cha Slide,’ except instead of ‘move to the left, move to the right,’ the late singer implores the listener ‘rock the boat… work the middle… stroke it for me… change positions.’ It’s a sizzling instructional that puts the singer in the ultimate position of power: Aaliyah is the captain now.

How could we run a list like this and not feature the Reverend Al? A man whose music has soundtracked nigh on four decades of baby-making, and who now marries lovestruck couples in his own chapel. We decided to skip the gorgeous but sad ‘How Can You Mend a Broken Heart’ and first-dance anthem ‘Let’s Stay Together’ in favor of this straight-up invitation from the Rev’s 2008 album of the same name, produced by Questlove.

Terius Nash’s velvety falsetto is a force of sexual nature, not to mention his songwriting acumen, which has seen to The-Dream co-writing songs for Rihanna (‘Umbrella’), Beyoncé (‘Single Ladies [Put a Ring on It]’) and the Biebs (‘Baby’). Here he’s in full-on sentimental lover mode – who could resist?

Produced by Chicago house icon Lil Louis in 1989, ‘French Kiss’ was hardly the first song to blend orgasmic female moaning and dance beats – but the track was probably the first to do so over stark, rat-a-tat drum-machine rhythms and acidic synths, resulting in something more akin to a backroom bang session than a romantic tryst in a four-poster bed. The pay-off: about halfway through, the tempo slows to a lascivious crawl and stops dead in its tracks, before slowly regaining its composure, in a succinct aural imitation of la petit mort.

On his own, smooth-talking Funkadelic bassist Bootsy Collins carved out a niche as a master of the heavy funk ballad, and his masterpiece is this deliciously gooey declaration of desire that evokes the feeling of wading through a waist-deep river of molasses. Naked. And very stoned.

‘My body is your party, nobody’s invited but you,’ Ciara purrs on this old-school ‘90s-style slow jam before upping the ante with the promise of a multi-round, all-night rager . As far as party invitations go, the singer makes this one exceedingly hard to decline.

You might remember it as a vintage-industrial keepsake, but Trent Reznor’s 1994 hit is actually an X-rated funk masterpiece in disguise. That infamous chorus flies only because the beat underneath it – famously simulated by a pumping heart in the video – feels so stubbornly sensual.

Funny, isn’t it, how Madonna’s ‘Erotica’ was everything but erotic, yet ‘Justify My Love’ is so sexy, it could make you blush if it came on your iPod on the train. Such is the mystery of Madonna, and we won’t question it – merely take time to enjoy that insistent drum loop, the tentative string arrangements (the musical equivalent of a wandering hand), and whatever was really going on between Madonna and guest vocalist Lenny Kravitz at the time. Oh, and one more word: video.

Subtle as a flying hammer, this 1991 leftfield hit made a one-hit wonder of Australian post-punk band Divinyls, assisted by Christina Amphlett’s grainy come-hither mewl. A kind of sex-positive feminist manifesto? Perhaps, but let’s face it, the bountiful cleavage Amphlett shared with the world in the song’s video surely inspired plenty of men to take her message in hand… er, to heart. 

One of the slickest retro hits by the queens of '90s silk, ‘Red Light Special’ isn't exactly subtle when it comes to its intent: ‘Baby it's yours, all yours If you want it tonight/ Just come through my door, take off my clothes, and turn on the red light,’ T-Boz, Chili and Left Eye croon in harmony over a laid-back porno-funk groove written by Babyface. Clearly, they were taking the middle part of CrazySexyCool very seriously.

With the kind of chemistry that’s impossible to fake, Badu duets with former partner Andre 3000 on this frantic, impassioned cover of the Isley Brothers’ ‘Hello It’s Me.’ The pair make an undeniably great team on wax, delivering the heartbreaking tune with palpable heat.

Sometimes you just want to get it on without all the responsibilities and romance that come with a relationship. At least, that’s what Alison Goldfrapp wants in her sultry disco-dance number; all poetic lovemaking aside, the commanding songstress coos poutily, ‘I don’t want it Baudelaire, just glitter lust’. And that, ladies and gents, is what booty calls are for.

A song so powerful it inspired a new come-on in the R&B world, this smooth Bill Withers–sampling '90s classic kicks off with Dr. Dre's self-assured ‘It’s going down’ over a throaty ‘mmhmm’ hook. Story goes, the veteran West Coast rapper is obsessed with his New York shortie – he can’t stop fantasizing about her, until he has to hop on a plane back to her ‘to bag it up.’ Mmhmm.

Sure, this '90s mega-hit is a little cornier than it used to be, especially since the PG-13 content of the song basically amounts to ‘get ready, special lady… you’re in for a treat.’ But it’s also timeless in its statement of intent, and those harmonies do more to set the mood than a plate of oysters and some imported chocolate could ever hope. 

Indie-rock shaman Father John Misty calls down an angelic choir and a slick, soulful backup band to help him with this existential ode to monogamy. And what’s lovemaking without a little self-loathing? Dredging the bottom of his psyche with admissions like, ‘I can hardly believe I’ve found you, and I'm terrified of that,’ FJM manages to clear away enough clutter to find something real or, as he puts it, to ‘truly see and be seen.’

Has the Queen of Soul ever sounded more desirable than when she opens this ballad with the eternal couplet, ‘Take me to heart / And I’ll always love you’? Over the kind of slow-burn groove that has inspired bedroom moves for decades, Aretha sings of intense desire… but don’t you dare forget to respect her while you work your moves. 

For a band that often sang about the kinkier side of sex – both ‘Master and Servant’ and ‘Strangelove’ embrace S&M elements – this 1993 track is fairly tame. But the combination of front man Dave Gahan’s deep, sultry baritone and the propulsive backing track makes it sound far dirtier (and therefore hotter) than any of the band’s previous work.

A sumptuously specific jolt of raw sexuality that leaves ‘90s kids blushing 30 years on, Silk’s all-timer of a sex song is basically the opposite of Boyz II Men’s brand of romance-novel lovemaking. The group puts it all up front in the chorus: ‘Let me lick you up and down till you say stop/Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot.’ Then the song doubles down over the smooth R&B groove, ‘cuz tonight baby, I’m gonna get freaky with you.’ As far as statements of intent go, give Silk credit for laying it all on the table. 

The NOLA-based Master P–led crew memorably landed this smooth funk ballad with not-so-subtle lyrics about getting horizontal. Mac and Mercedes, who trade off hook duties, seem very much on the same page when it comes to lovemaking – god bless.

After George Michael quit squeaky clean ‘80s boyband Wham!, he went on a sexual rampage with ‘School’s out forever!’-style zeal and enthusiasm. The album Faith (1987) featured Michael sniffing his own armpit and opened with this funky gem – which finds Michael’s signature growl at its peak: ’C – c – c- c’mon!’ He also makes his request in the plainest possible terms, ‘Have sex with me!’ – which we appreciate.