May 30, 1994 12:00 PM

Jimmy Buffett

On his first studio album in five years, Jimmy Buffett turns his tequila-addled wit to such diverse topics as boat people, space aliens, state lotteries, earthquakes, TV evangelists, reggae music and Junior Mints. And that’s just the two opening tracks. Buffet’s rabid fans, addicted to his party-hearty trop-rock, will find plenty to satisfy: “Everybody’s Got a Cousin in Miami,” “Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost” and the des-tined-to-be-a-classic title tune are sterling examples of his cracked sensibility. Buffett has cleverly slipped some sober sides into the mix, like the wistful “Lone Palm” and the gentle “Delaney Talks lo Statues,” about his 2-year-old daughter. But his forte remains survival as a middle-aged crazy—smoothing “the rougher edges of the culture clash,” as he sings on the aforementioned “Miami”—and good-naturedly preparing for the ultimate decline and fall of Western civilization, as in “Apocalypso.” Where is that salt shaker anyway? (MCA)

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