I once found myself intimate with a girl in bed, and well into it, when the guys in the apartment next door stepped up their party and Michael Jackson's Blood on the Dancefloor came on at such a bustling volume it sounded like the amps were standing in our room, not theirs (paper thin walls, too). They didn't have that many records, and we could hear them talking and shouting for the next two hours with Dancefloor coming on again and again... That was so not a hit; after twenty minutes we admitted defeat and rose up from bed.

I'd agree about instrumental jazz - Keith Jarrett for instance - Bob Dylan also works fine for me - his lyrics are so fast-moving they're easy to move into the background, mentally.