3. Lords of Acid, "Pussy" (NSFW): Built around the flimsiest of double entendres, Lords of Acid's 1997 single "Pussy" is a bit on the nose (ahem) for some tastes. Still, its naughty lyrical content and high-energy dance beat have made it a strip-club staple over the years, ensuring that it's the Lords of Acid song your boss is most likely to have heard at least once.

Despite its enduring popularity, though, "Pussy" has to rank high on the list of most grating songs in history among those industry vets who have stuck around long enough to hear it thousands of times. Its cleverness may wear thin pretty quickly, but there's always a new generation of dancers coming up who don't completely hate it yet.

2. 2 Live Crew, "Pop That Coochie" (NSFW): Like more than a few strip-club owners, Luke Skyywalker and 2 Live Crew have run afoul of moral crusaders looking to stamp out obscenity over the years. It probably wasn't a sense of solidarity with the Crew's First Amendment battles that put this ever-so-coy track into heavy rotation in strip joints nationwide, of course -- chalk those spins up to the group's inimitable Miami Bass sound instead.

2 Live Crew has turned more wives and mothers into wannabe strippers on the dance floor than any musical act in history; it almost seems like cheating for honest-to-god sex workers to deploy the ass-shaking beat for commercial purposes.

Can't say we're complaining too loudly, though. What "Pop That Coochie" lacks in subtlety, it more than makes up for in sheer, explicit nastiness. It's the perfect pick-me-up song for your local strip club's stretch-marked C-team on a Wednesday night.

1. Ginuwine, "Pony:" Is there a more perfect strip-club song than "Pony?" Name one. Not only is this track scientifically engineered to inspire furious lap-grinding, it's infectious enough to get even the prudes singing along. "Pony" was Ginuwine's debut single, helping to introduce the world to the production stylings of Timbaland.

It also helped to introduce a million or so zippers to stripper butt cheeks from coast to coast, earning a spot on the Mt. Rushmore of strip-club anthems. Keep ridin' it, ladies.