"Up the Junction" is one of those perfect songs. It's a love story, and not a terribly original one at that: boy meets girl, boy acts badly, boy loses girl. The lyrics are heart-breakingly bittersweet and abrupt: "I worked eleven hours, and brought the girl some flowers." And the few concrete details are well-chosen: "Alone here in the kitchen" is all you need to picture him sitting regretfully at a table; you can fill in the grim, grubby room yourself. This acoustic version by co-leader Chris Difford (some 30-plus years after the original) makes me wonder why there hasn't been more of a Squeeze revival. Then again, I'd rather keep them to myself, half-forgotten and perfect.