Even before the day some sugar-loving nutcake exclaimed "Hey, you got chocolate in my peanut butter!" and a great idea was formed, folks have been mixing up their favorite flavors to great effect. Who was that genius who thought to put a tootsie roll on a stick and wrap a lollipop around it? Who first realized that laying a hard-driving backbeat behind the mournful blues would create a coupling as profoundly perfect as R & B? We've got our rock and roll, our sex and drugs, our food and...well, sex again. From Fats Waller's "All That Meat and No Potatoes" to the inimitable Nina Simone's "Sugar in my Bowl", jazz and blues lyrics are rife with some of the bawdiest examples of food as sexual metaphor. In rock and roll, there's a flourishing sub-sub-sub-genre of songs that talk about food as sex. Here's a tasting menu of songs that explore the combination:

Aerosmith, "Cheese Cake"
Beck, "Peaches and Cream"
The Beatles, "Savoy Truffle"
Chef, "Chocolate Salty Balls"
George Clinton, "Do Fries Come with That Shake?"
Cracker, "Sweet Potato"
Def Leppard, "Pour Some Sugar on Me"
Led Zeppelin, "Custard Pie"
The Long Winters, "Cinnamon"
Van Morrison, "Tupelo Honey"
Prince, "Cream"
REM, "Orange Crush"
Rolling Stones, "Brown Sugar"
Southern Culture on the Skids, "Banana Pudding"
Spinal Tap, "Cups and Cake"
Van Halen, "Poundcake"
Warrant, "Cherry Pie"
Ween, "Chocolate and Cheese"