By People Staff
October 14, 1991 12:00 PM

Donna Summer

There’s some solid dance music—”Body Talk,” “Fred Astaire.” There are a couple of decent ballads—”Cry of a Waking Heart,” “Say a Little Prayer.” There is an antiwar plea, albeit none too eloquent: “Save the babies, save the babies/ If we only get it together/ If we could only get it together/ I think we could make it.”

The album nonetheless is as forgettable as a routine episode of a mediocre TV sitcom. For every nice moment—real unsynthesized bass from Carl James or Summer’s easy, sinuous way with a rhythm-heavy arrangement—there are many nondescript melodic sequences or banal lines: “Mr. Moonlight…Shine bright/ Show me my Mr. Right/ Lights, camera, action/ I wanna be his sole distraction.”

Summer ends with a characteristically endless list of thank-yous and acknowledgments, and her gratitude is apparently catching. Her new producer Keith Diamond (Mick Jagger, Michael Bolton) starts his thanks with God and works down to Summer: “Donna! Donna! Donna! What can I say! I could tell the world about your big heart and giving spirit … I could let them know about your constant creative energy (your brain never rests!)… I could even talk about your amazing sense of humor (we had so many precious moments)…”

Next time, please, more music with less gush. (Atlantic)