Traditionally, Barry White is supposed to have this effect on women. Don’t think it would work for me – if someone lowered the lights and put on some Barry White, I’d start giggling uncontrollably.
OTOH, the very sound of Caetano Veloso’s voice is enough enough to get me to lie back and think “Oh baby, take me now.”
Freddie Mercury. He weakens my knees in a rockin’ kind of way.
And if it weren’t for the fact that I get an image of him in my head every time he sings, Neil Diamond’s voice would make me mushy.
Layne Staley. He is one of my favorites too. Although he doesn’t make me weak in the knees the same way Eddie Vedder and Chris Cornell do. I also have this weird thing for Robert Plant (especially “Whole Lotta Love”). And before you ask, I don’t know why these guys’ voices make me hot. They just do.