Back after four years to reclaim his role as America's dancehaller of choice, Sean Paul stretches his fourth album to 20 cuts. Sonically updated slightly for the age of T-Pain, he's avoided strays that have leaked since 2005's The Trinity. There's a bit of roots, a hand-holding Keri Hilson duet, interpolations of Louis Prima and Ashford & Simpson choruses. But mostly Paul sticks to his specialty, requesting that objects of his desire wiggle, wind, grind, groove and move, preferably in birthday suits. To add an air of mystery, he also compares ladies to wind chimes and pepper pots.