Yerba Buena

If Yerba Buena had it their way, the Statue of Liberty's poem would read something along the lines of: "Give us your hot, your sweaty, your huddled masses yearning to shake their patooties." Few bands will free your behind so resolutely using a lethal combination of cumbia, Afrobeat, flamenco, timba and, of course, hip-hop.

They try, and I'm rooting for them, but the real pan-Latino Black Eyed Peas would have more hooks ("Bilingual Girl," "Bla Bla Bla"). (Grade - *)