Frank Sinatra: Sings for Only the Lonely. For my money, this guy had the best phrasing in the business. He sang like he was speaking directly to you, and never 'on' the beat, always ahead or behind (try singing along with him). I have a soft-spot for the finger-clicking swing songs that Sinatra is synonymous with, but it's albums like this and 'In the Wee Small Hours', where the great man shares with us the tortured torch-songs, that I cherish most. The sound of beautiful heartbreak.