Eighteen shoulda-been hits from a Detroit trio weaned in the Black Bottom. It's amped up on horn blips, serpentine bass, waaahck-aaahck guitar, pop melody, killer suits, perfected coifs and the dance-riot soul-din of a fading boomtown choking on its own exhaust but celebrated in the midnight hour at the Twenty Grand. There's even some Memphis and Booker T. & the MG's backing! Nonstop essential.