"Untitled (How Does It Feel)" (D'Angelo)

It was late January 2000, and Chapel Hill, NC, had just experienced one of its biggest blizzards in years.  Classes were canceled, and public transportation wasn't running.  But a number of stores along Franklin Street had stayed open, including a couple of record stores.  I trudged across campus through a foot of snow to pick up a copy of D'Angelo's Voodoo at 90s relic, Wherehouse Music, on the day of the album's release, and then trudged back to my dorm and listened to the album, five times in a row.
"Untitled (How Does It Feel)" definitely stood out as a key track.
It's a brilliant, soulful workout in 6/8 time featuring bass and rhythm guitar by the underrated Raphael Saadiq, scorching lead guitar by the late C. Edward Alford, and all other instruments/vocals by D'Angelo himself.  (Although Ahmir "Questlove" Thompson from The Roots plays on most other tracks on Voodoo, it's D'Angelo on drums on "Untitled.")  The song twists, turns, builds, ebbs, and ultimately explodes, with D'Angelo howling the refrain in a Prince-like falsetto.  Then around the seven minute mark, the song just abruptly stops in mid-chorus: How does it fee...  It's as if he gets interrupted in the middle of a daydream.
In fact, I've always thought that was the point.  The sexy, love-man persona is just something D'Angelo is trying on for size, checking out how it feels to be Prince for seven or so minutes.  That's why the song is simultaneously an homage to and parody of Prince; its risqué lyrics are just so frank and so blunt that they come off being tongue-in-cheek.  Even the song's title (or lack thereof) is a clever acknowledgment that it's a pastiche of Prince's early catalog.
Which brings us to the song's infamous video—that single, uninterrupted shot of a (presumably) nude D'Angelo, singing seductively to the camera.  As Questlove has told interviewers for a number of years, D'Angelo never thought of himself as a sex symbol in any way, shape, or form.  The video was him clowning.  But the rest of the world didn't take it that way.  Suddenly, he became recognized worldwide as "that naked guy with the abs" and not as an artist.  And that took its toll: reclusiveness, alcohol and substance abuse, a followup album that still hasn't seen the light of day 14 years later (and counting).
So while I love this song, I've gone from being ambivalent about its video to absolutely hating it.  That one snippet of film essentially robbed the world of new music from this brilliant talent.