For those misguided souls who dismiss B.B. King as nothing more than a veteran bluesman in a tux whom Eric Clapton worships, Live at the Regal is a must-hear. Recorded in 1964, it catches King at the top of his game. In addition to pulling the audience's strings like a puppet master, the icon strikes a delicious contrast between his effortlessly flowing licks and gruff ruminations on sex, love and loss. This comes to the fore on the classic "Worry, Worry," the centerpiece of which is King slipping between his pained falsetto and a "blue" monologue on male/female relations that drips in irony.