I first heard Robert Palmer’s Sneakin’ Sally Through the Alley a couple of years ago on a ski trip to Tahoe. Most of what I remember about that was a) Ken and I had a good run at Sugar Bowl, b) the other people in our cabin sucked and c) this album. Someone brought it, and I couldn’t believe it was Robert Palmer, he of the bombastic pop and walls of surly, vinyl-clad backup band babes. I know The Meters are doing most of the heavy lifting, but, dude, it’s enough to make up for all the crap he foisted on 80s radio. Do yourself and get a copy; the first three tracks just groove, man.