Gloria Gaynor's debut is that rarity of a disco album, or soul album, in that it has no obvious treacly ballad filler - not even Cheryl Lynn's first escaped that fate! That's not saying that the b-side doesn't still come across a bit thin after the smashing a, but it's still consistent and doesn't come close to wearing out its welcome.

Micky Adisa & His Original Fuji Londoners' Ka Tepa Mose is really lethargic until thirteen minutes into the first track when they get into a cowbell-laden groove and things really pick up. The second track is a little more energetic, but you'd be amazed at how soporific fuji can be.

Hector Lavoe's La Voz has some real filler for such a beloved album and doesn't really have much spark apart from "Rompe Saraguey"

Trae's Restless has one hell of an opening one-two punch but my track seven the production has become generic pre-trap post-90s gangsta shit, shit as a pejorative, and Trae doesn't have too much charisma - he's no Big Moe, that's for sure, or a Bun B on the skills front. But there's some good guest spots, at least, and I never say no to chipmunk soul production.

The Mohamed Adbel Wahab comp simply titled Collection is a perfectly acceptable slice of trad Arabic pop, but I can't help but compare it to the best Abdel Halim Hafez disks I've heard, against which it comes up a touch short, partly because Wahab's voice is a bit less compelling and more reedy/dusky.