Year in Review: Rob Sheffield’s Top 25 Songs of 2020

Harry dropped Fine Line in the final days of 2019, but it resonates even deeper a year later, after giving up hits all year long. Honestly, it’s like Fine Line 2019 and Fine Line 2020 are two different albums — one was wanted, one was needed. “Watermelon Sugar” comes on like a lost Stevie Nicks / Stevie Wonder duet, a summer guitar groove so eccentric it almost got axed from the album, yet it became his first Number One hit in August. “Watermelon Sugar” was written on his first solo tour, on a day off in Nashville. “That one we reworked a bunch of times, and it died a couple times,” Harry told me in June 2019. “Then it just kept coming back. We fully killed it a few times, but it kept coming back in. So I thought, ‘There’s a reason it’s surviving.’” “Watermelon Sugar” is the kind of tune that takes on a new life in pop rotation: I once heard an NYC station segue it right into George Michael’s “Freedom! ’90,” one of my favorite radio moments this year. (Harry, of course, has George Michael lyrics tattooed on his feet: “Never Gonna” and “Dance Again.”) Also love that video, a fruit-slurping orgy on the beach, filmed right before the pandemic, a reminder that hopeful days will rise again. It begins with the simple yet poignant intro: “This video is dedicated to touching.” Here’s to more of that in 2021.

All hail Cardi and Megan: when the nation called, these two queens responded by teaming up for an emergency summit. “WAP” rings the alarm: The whores are calling from inside the house! It’s their genius ode to the indestructible essence of vulva power, with Cardi and Megan chanting “wet ass pussy” as their battle cry over the old-school Baltimore club hit “Whores in This House.” The poetic filth of “WAP” would have connected in any year, but especially this one. “Put him on his knees and give him something to believe in,” amen. When “WAP” hit Number One, the song it replaced was “Watermelon Sugar” — a glorious moment of pro-WAP solidarity. Bring a bucket and a mop.

Break stuff! The nu queen of nu-metal disco fantasizes about zipping the lips of her enemies and rocking to the break of dawn. Rina manages to pack a whole Y2K-era Total Request Live countdown into one song, from Britney/Xtina/’NSync teen-pop gloss to Korn / Limp Bizkit guitar crunch. “Have you ever thought about taping your big mouth shut, because I have many times” is the new “You can take that cookie and stick it up your yeah!”

I had this spot saved for “Mirrorball,” especially the version from The Long Pond Studio Sessions, with Aaron Dessner and Jack Antonoff stretching out on guitar — Taylor really nails the lonely rainbow-in-the-dark vibe of this painfully gorgeous tune. Yet there’s no denying “Marjorie,” even if it just arrived. “Marjorie” doesn’t sound at all like a country song, but it sure feels like one, because it’s a kind of ghost story, and nobody gets along with ghosts like a country singer. Taylor pays tribute to her late grandmother, over the Steve Reich–style electronic pulse, whispering, “What died didn’t stay dead.” She makes that memory feel like both a blessing and a challenge. What a song.

“Savage” was already a classic from the day Megan dropped it on her Suga mixtape, back when her Hot Girl Summer swerved into her Mad As Hell Winter. But another Houston girl named Beyoncé took it to the next level, the most elevating ladies-night remix since Missy flexed all over Lil Kim’s “Not Tonight” back in the day. A jolt of feminist adrenaline: Megan and Bey form a superhero duo testifying to the Southern rap legacy and the power of the hip-hop sisterhood.

Dylan has been staring down the winter for years now — he was just a lad of 56 when he sang “it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there,” on his 1997 classic Time Out of Mind. But the dark was just beginning. In “Key West,” he’s an outlaw drifting in the Florida sunshine, hounded by his memories. Over the ghostly accordion, he growls, “I’m searching for love, for inspiration, on that pirate radio station.” Dylan sings “Key West” in his crooner voice — when he murmurs, “People tell me I oughta try a little tenderness,” he reminds you how “Try a Little Tenderness” started as a Bing Crosby song, before Otis Redding turned it inside out. But even in the palm trees and hibiscus flowers, Dylan’s got a heart full of Desolation Row. And even in this sunny paradise, you can hear him glancing around, looking for the right moment to slip out the back and make his drifter’s escape. I’ve spent entire days lost inside this song, but I haven’t come close to figuring it out. Dylan’s 2,000 miles from Juarez, and 55 years past Highway 61 Revisited, but his restless spirit keeps him traveling on.

BTS had such a massive 2020, but “Moon” is my favorite thing they did all year. It’s that classic boy-band pop gesture — a love song to the audience. Jin floats on the spacey guitars, switching from Korean to English for lines like “All I see is you” or “All for you,” but always speaking the language of love. The fans are his Earth, while he’s the Moon in orbit around them, reflecting their light back to them. An uplifting love song, at a moment when we needed all the uplift we could get. Under the moonlight, the serious moonlight.

A perfect song for when you’re missing your friends, even the ones you don’t like very much. Adult Mom’s Stevie Knipe sings this guitar ballad mourning a broken connection between two mates who thought they’d stick together for life. The friends bond over music: “In the dorm room we sang ‘Violet’ by Hole/Screaming off our youth.” But now all Knipe has left is memories of sharing a beer in the hallway, sitting in a parked car in the dark, hearing the rain hit the roof. Go on, take everything.

My new life coach Flo Milli keeps it raw in this anthem from her debut mixtape, Ho, Why Is You Here? The Alabama MC chants “I walk around like that bitch,” spends your cash, steals your man, crashes your party, flexes to the souped-up G-funk. Words to live by: “Acting light with that beef? I didn’t know that you exist!”

A lush ballad from 18-year-old Dallas R&B prodigy Kaash Paige, fresh off her excellent mixtape from last winter, Parked Car Convos. “Frank Ocean” is her late-night quiet-storm crush confession — you got her thinking about you, just because you remind her of her favorite song on Channel Orange.

Selena spikes her metaphorical gin and juice with more salt than ever. In “Cut You Off,” she unloads a bad romance she’s been dragging around for “1,460 days.” (Almost as long as we’ve been waiting for the next Lorde album. But who’s counting?)  In “Cut You Off,” Selena fumes her way through a breakup haircut, over that Seventies-rock drum thump. Excellent guitar solo, too — in a year full of Fleetwood Mac tributes, Selena was the one who tapped into the band’s underrated early-1970s Bob Welch era circa Mystery to Me, which is some next-level Mac-ology. And if that isn’t enough to make her the consummate all-around entertainer: There was also her Netflix quarantine cooking show, Selena and Chef, where she learns her way around a kitchen she admits she’s never used before.

Soccer Mommy’s Sophie Allison talks about the passion, with her Nineties voice and guitar in the Evan Dando / Juliana Hatfield mode. How deep is her Nineties love? She has a melancholic coming-of-age ballad called “Night Swimming.” (Not the only R.E.M. shout-out on her Color Theory.) She vents her insecurities in “Royal Screw-Up,” admitting, “I am ‘fake it till you make it’ in a can.”

Daniel Lopatin took his electro alias Oneohtrix Point Never from the Boston soft-rock station Magic 106.7, home of the legendary late-night makeout marathon “Bedtime Magic.” (One of my fave childhood radio rituals.) So it’s fitting his Warp quarantine soundtrack is full of all-too-human emotion, mixing in vocals from Arca, the Weeknd, and Caroline Polachek. “I Don’t Love Me Anymore” is downright poignant — a radio signal full of static is losing the song you needed to hear tonight, so the static tries to hum it for you.

You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become Billy Idol. Miley has reached the second stage.

Palehound’s Ellen Kempner knows how to shatter you softly. She made one of last year’s most soulful rock albums, Black Friday, and “See a Light” is on the same level — a ballad full of Elliott Smith–style whispers and White Album guitar chords, about two lonely misfits finding each other and trying to make it last. She sings the key line over and over: “You keep me feeling lucky and I’m hoping luck can age.” Anyone hearing this song would have to bet on them.

Opening line: “Hello, I’m Johnny Cash.” Final line: “Sincerely, L. Cohen.” The recovering Smog guy continues his strange creative rebirth as a family-man bard, with the tale of a wedding-limo driver who whisks a just-married couple off for their mystery ride. “Pigeons” is just one of his gems on The Gold Record. Callahan also proved himself a hell of a wedding singer this year, teaming up with Will Oldham for reverent covers of Steely Dan’s “Deacon Blues” and Billie Eilish’s “Wish You Were Gay.”

Nick Cave sits at the piano and gives it up to the late great Marc Bolan. His “Cosmic Dancer” comes from the tribute album Angelheaded Hipster: The Songs of Marc Bolan and T. Rex, produced by Hal Willner, who tragically died of Covid before it came out. Cave spent the year facing mortality, in his cathartic live-solo Idiot Prayer. But he sings “Cosmic Dancer” as a goth-blues meditation on grief, treating it like the prayer it always was.

A poetic sex-mystic ballad, from Aiko’s breakthrough Chilombo. Her voice fades between blunted hip-hop and old-school soul, as she murmurs, “Close your eyes and let your feels go.” When they reopen the karaoke bars, it’s all over for anyone unlucky enough to be in the room when I sing this for the first time (and probably the last time).

Jisoo, Rosé, Lisa, and Jennie tweak a classic girl-group tradition: the playground jump-rope chant. It goes back to “Iko Iko” and “I Want Candy” and “Hollaback Girl,” or even further back to “Miss Mary Mack” or “Miss Lucy Had a Steamboat.” The lovesick girls of Blackpink — the world’s biggest female group — give it a dessert-friendly soft-serve K-pop twist, with help from Selena and co-writer Ariana Grande. Brilliant production detail: the way the synth hook whirs like a jump rope, for that “Double Dutch” ambience.