October 29, 1984 12:00 PM

Anne Murray

To be critical, really critical, of Anne Murray is to descend to the level of saying nasty things about Mother Teresa or Princess Di. So let’s just say that this is not the most, or least, boring album of the year. Murray and her producer, Jim Ed Norman (who is usually among the shrewdest judges of material), have come up with a particularly bland batch of tunes. A duet with Dave Loggins does lend some interest to the James P. Dunne/Pamela Phillips song Nobody Loves Me Like You Do—Murray’s easy, warm style seems ideally suited to be played up against a male singer—but this is basically one of those LPs that leaves you whistling the spindle hole. It’s also disappointing that Murray didn’t include a ’50s or ’60s R&B tune, which has been almost standard practice for her lately. The closest thing to anything like that on the album, Time Don’t Run Out on Me, by the reconstituted team of Carole King and Gerry Goffin, is from 1983 and poses no threat to their old Brill Building hits. (Capitol)

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