The hotter it gets, the more blues I wanna hear

Forecasters have issued a HEAT ADVISORY for the next several days, which can only mean one thing.
It's time for my ANNUAL HEAT-WAVE INDUCED BLUES OBSESSION.
Really, when it gets this brutally hot, all I want to hear is the toughest, rawest blues I can find.
That means Robert Nighthawk and King Solomon Hill. That means Hound Dog Taylor and Magic Sam. That means Slim Harpo and John Lee Hooker, Blind Willie McTell and Bukka White.
We will all sweat and suffer during this scorching last week of August, but at least I'll have some of the world's best music to accompany me.