Well hello, old friend. If you're here, we can only assume you're a fellow former rabid, squealing, sobbing NKOTB fan, here for a nostalgic trip down Guilty-Pleasure Lane. Let's catch up: So, their second album is definitely as embarrassing as you remember, from awkward rapping and PG funk to the syrupy falsettos and perfume-ad pickup lines (Oh, "I'll Be Loving You (Forever)"). But it's also as awesome as you remember: Those dreamy synths. Those crisp, choreographable beats. Those tasty, food-court-ready harmonies. That Joey. It's a pitch-perfect picture of '80s pop, just like you remember.