If nothing else, Barry Manilow makes magic with love songs. This follow-up album to his chart-topping Live release is, like its predecessors, impeccably produced and orchestrated. And—save for Copacabana, a lively production number reminiscent of Frankie & Johnny, and I Was a Fool to Let You Go, a jazz-tinged piano-bar lament that is pleasingly torchy—it’s loaded with achingly tender ballads. The most ingratiating cuts are Even Now and Losing Touch, which seems like a song in search of a Broadway show. Both the tune and Manilow deserve one.