Before the needle even drops, Marvin Gaye’s Here, My Dear already feels like a diary he never meant to hide. It’s bruised, soulful, a little petty, and completely unlike anything Motown had ever expected from its most velvet-voiced hitmaker. Gaye didn’t just record an album—he built a monument to heartbreak wrapped in funk grooves and emotional side-eye. And the story behind it is equal parts confession, coping mechanism, and cosmic payback.