February 13, 1978 12:00 PM

Roberta Flack

This album is burdened by some annoying overproduction and embarrassingly bad lyrics (not only does producer-composer Eugene McDaniels lapse into a long-smoldering cliché, “now the fire’s just an ember,” he also indulges in rhymes like “evil minds think evil thoughts and they get all overwrought”). Yet Flack’s seductive voice, always controlled and promising infinite possibilities, makes up for a lot of foolishness. I’d Like to Be Baby to You makes a listener think of Billie Holiday and Carmen McRae—and then decide Flack doesn’t suffer in the comparison.

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