Your Mother Should Know -- Yes, it's granny ####, but I have it closer to Martha My Dear than, say, Honey Pie. The melody is a great one and I love the interplay between the piano and the organ. This gets more flack than it deserves, probably because the lyrics are sympathetic to parents, which was a no-no in '60s counterculture. John looks COMPLETELY stoned out of his gourd in the movie clip.
You Really Got a Hold On Me -- I like Smokey's vocal better but that's a very high bar to clear. They pull off soul without seeming like copycats or missing the mark, which is very hard to do.
What You're Doing -- Makes the case that the Beatles, not the Byrds or Dylan, invented folk rock. They would improve on this with much of the Rubber Soul material, but it's a nice start.
Revolution 9 -- I fling e-poo at whoever put this on their ballot. If we ranked all 206 eligible songs, I would have this dead last*. I'm all for trying out different genres, but something like this simply didn't belong on a Beatles album, and worse, it fails at what it attempts and is interminably long. It smacks of out-of-touch indulgence.
Run for Your Life -- The music has all the strengths of the best Rubber Soul material, but the lyrics are ick of the highest order, made worse by how John behaved during his first marriage. At least John had disavowed this by 1970. The vocals and lyrics being so out front contributes greatly to the ick -- Led Zeppelin had some similarly appalling lyrics, but in most cases you couldn't quite tell what Robert Plant was singing, or the riffage was so loud and great that you ignored the lyrics altogether.
P.S. I Love You -- I've always found this a little saccharine, less British Invasion than the teen idol stuff it replaced. But it was a "chick song," and when you're starting out as a band (unless you're hardcore punk, speed/thrash metal or gangsta rap), you need those.
* - Only A Taste of Honey would even be anywhere near a contender to dethrone it.