D’Angelo’s second album: a good reason so many zoomers exist, but more than that, an absolute watershed in R&B that proved “neo-soul” was best when it let the old traditions breathe freely. Mature without being either snickeringly crass or conservatively stodgy per the usual euphemistic uses of that term, with a Soulquarians touch that makes even the most hushed nuances of D’Angelo’s voice pop in sharp relief, its balance of bounce (“Playa Playa”, “Devil’s Pie”) and glide (“Send It On”, “Untitled (How Does It Feel)”) rivals Gaye at his heights.