Can the silliest album of the year also be the smartest and the sexiest? On his eighth solo disc, rap's most brilliantly wigged-out poet steeps his songs in louche production, enlists R&B crooners and jettisons the coke-trade tales to focus entirely on romance. There are lovelorn laments ("Do Over") and raunchy boudoir play-by-play ("Stapleton Sex"). Ghostface remains an unusually charismatic MC, never afraid to make himself the butt of the joke: "Will you marry me?" he raps. "Will you carry me/Through rain, hail, sleet and snow?/Don't say no — you'll embarrass me!"