This is one of those "Looks like an overlooked dirty funk classic ready to be re-discovered but actually only contains schmaltzy overproduced soul ballads and Bacharach covers"-type records that will leave you feeling really disappointed and hollow. The impeccable shred guitar from substitute teacher-turned-sex god Ret will unfortunately not make things any better. Will throw you into weeks of looping thoughts about selling your record collection and abandon record collecting as a hobby for something more productive. Absolutely essential.