's quizzical "Try Me, I Know We Can Make It" wings her nervous little falsetto from risk to dare and from dare to mad hope, and her rhythm section gropes from testy touch-beats to tightrope walkers' guitar figures and safety-net harmonies. The remaining four tracks substitute dances with imaginary lovers for her debut album's love starvation blues. Don't dismiss these subtle mood poems the way fans of "Love to Love You" sped right past the B-side of Summer
's debut; the flightier Summer
plays a rhythm, the dicier her resolution.