I still remember vividly hearing that few seconds' worth of 'Fool For Love' in 'Reservoir Dogs' (the only Tarantino movie I can abide really), and wandering into record shops in the West End asking if anyone knew anything about it.  No-one did. 
One weak track out of ten isn't bad going and it's just put me in the mood, while the house remains quiet, for some rural blues.
Did I really get it so wrong about Little Rock?  Ouch.