CD Review: Stevie Wonder - A Time to Love

I love Stevie Wonder. "Maybe Your Baby," "I Was Made to Love Her," "Living for the City"...these, and many others, have long since guaranteed a place in the pantheon for the formerly 12-Year-Old Genius. But I confess: this reviewer would be hard-pressed to describe Stevie's latter-day output as "good," much less "great," "classic" or (I shudder at the thought) "genius."

What makes worthy artists - legendary artists, even - go bad? It's a question that's been asked countless times, of Wonder and of others, and frankly the "answers" are too myriad and subjective to go into here. But it's important to note that, if one considers Stevie Wonder's "classic period" to have begun with "Uptight" and ended sometime after Songs in the Key of Life (with Paul McCartney duet "Ebony and Ivory" serving as the final nail in the coffin), 2005 marks at least the 25th year since the soul innovator and auteur began his disappearance into the depths of the MOR gutter.

In this context, then, A Time to Love must surely be the most important Stevie Wonder album since 1980's Hotter Than July. Not only was the record long in gestation and much-awaited - it's been ten years since Stevie's last, Conversation Peace, a significant chunk of which decade was spent recording (and delaying) Time to Love - but if Wonder's people are to be believed, it also marks a massive return to form: the album that will finally reconcile the brilliant artist of the late '60s and '70s with the cornrowed, sweet-natured caricature of the last 20 years; a virtual pillar of inconsequence who hasn't changed so much as an Afrocentric parka since he was immortalized by Eddie Murphy's spot-on SNL parodies. Of course, that's one tall order, and it needn't even be said that A Time to Love is no Innervisions. But if we can allow ourselves to put our impossible expectations aside and give this album the listen it deserves, Mr. Wonder has a bit of a pleasant surprise for us all: this "return to form" may have its flaws, but it remains a remarkably solid effort.

And Wonder remains ("I Just Called to Say I Love You" notwithstanding) a singular talent, quite possibly the hardest person to dislike in all of popular music. Simply put, the 55-year-old's voice is gorgeous, as clear and honey-smooth as it was thirty years ago. Actually, if anything he could do to turn it down a notch: "If Your Love Cannot Be Moved," which opens the album promisingly with a contemporary R&B beat and dramatic, low-register strings, soon devolves into numbing histrionics from both Wonder and his guest Kim Burrell - a tendency which repeats itself on more than a few of Time To Love's "ballad" numbers. Excessive length is also an issue, most notably with the first four tracks: cute songs like "Sweetest Somebody I Know" and the jazzy, theatrical "Moon Blue" overstay their welcome after the three-minute mark or so, when they start to feel like exactly the kind of light-weight sentimentality that's become Wonder's unfortunate stock in trade. If those two songs dip their toes in the sugar water, however, "From the Bottom of My Heart" dives in head first, with a title straight out of the Backstreet Boys files and the kind of production values usually found on grocery store mixtapes.

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