Station To Station
by David Bowie
Came back to this one hard when Bowie died, and it still hits the same way. The title track alone is worth the price of admission - that second half opens up into something completely alien and I'm still not sure how he pulled it off. The rest of the album whips between funk, krautrock and cabaret balladry like it's nothing, which is either proof of genius or proof that Bowie simply didn't have a genre to be boxed into. Probably both.