Two reissues I just snagged from Time on Saturday:
John Phillips, John Phillips (John the Wolfking of L.A.) - Pleasantly mild melodies, but no one to cover for John's lack of singing chops. A few times Cocker-esque ladies aid and abet but they're no Cass and Michelle. Fits in with the Topanga Canyon zeitgeist (there's even a song called "Topanga Canyon") but nothing terribly memorable to recommend. "Mississippi" was the right choice for the single. A few previously unreleased bonus tracks sound better, especially "Shady," whose piano block chords evoke what Carole King, Grace Slick, and Cat Stevens were all up to around that time.
Millie Jackson, Caught Up - Whoa. A concept album about a love triangle, using "If Loving You Is Wrong, I Don't Want to Be Right" as its bedrock. I'd thought Millie was more or less a mere raunch novelty based on her later album covers, but she SANGS on this, very much like Gladys Knight (whose "Make Me the Woman You Go Home To" would have fit in perfectly here). She's got odd taste -- the closer is a cover of Bobby Goldsboro's cheery cherry anthem, "Summer (The First Time)," and the bonus tracks include a cover of "Feel Like Making Love" (the Bad Company one!) -- but her interlude raps must be heard to be believed. The first three songs are going on a few mix CDs at year's end in my next "Ask Joe Mama" compilation.