Somewhere between going out of print so many years ago and being reissued, this album, originally recorded in 1960, lost the apostrophe in its title. But, rest assured, the soul remains. By James Brown standards, the record is downright stately. There are hints of what was to come -- check "Love Don't Nobody" and "Dancin' Little Thing" -- but for much of the album his vocals barely rise above a whisper. When Brown re-invented rhythm a few years later, he instantly rendered this sound irrelevant, but this remnant of a simpler, less funky time is sweet and seductive.