I abhor Ben E. King’s Spanish Harlem (1960). I do not care about his red rose. I do not see why so many others find his version to be beautiful. This song is dull. Aretha Franklin’s Spanish Harlem (1971) resurrected an audible annoyance and gave it salvation. The Queen of Soul’s rendition forced me to add Spanish Harlem to my list of favorites. I never would have thought that the original had any redeeming qualities. Aretha Franklin proved that it did. She set the record straight. I enjoy it often.