Robert Palmer's tuxedo on the album cover isn't much of a surprise; he's always been the most dapper of pop stars. However, the tux turns out to be an apt representation of an album that's a real change of pace. Here, Palmer performs a program of pre-rock pop standards, with a couple of original ringers in the classic style.
Palmer's not Sinatra, but he can swing when he puts his mind to it, and between his appealingly intimate vocals and the lush, Nelson Riddle style arrangements, this is a terrific late night moonlight and whiskey sort of album. Highlight: "Baby it's Cold Outside," done as a frankly erotic duet with Carnie Wilson.