A Valentine's week release, Turner's fourth album is almost all baritone beefcake romance -- nine tracks out of eleven, if you count the swampy just-got-paid number about a hot Friday date, but not "I'll Be There," which turns out to be a pledge to his kids. He saves his church-organ gospel hymn for the end. But more often, he's telling you he's Mr. Right and a good provider, or suggesting you hit the swimming hole or go dancing up the stairs. With arrangements ranging from mint-julep Dixie riverboat jazz to classic soul quiet storm, it's hard not to be seduced.