The first Steely Dan album I ever owned – my cousin Ross gave it to me. He’d bought it cold, expecting to hear lots of stuff like ‘Reelin’ In the Years’. He dropped the needle on this and got the disappointment of his life. By this stage, Steely Dan had left that boogie far behind, opting instead for sculpted perfection, moulded by the finest session musicians money could buy. This is ultra-hip but unsettling lounge music – jazz-influenced songs of disappointed lovers and jaded losers, studded with some of the most amazing bouts of musicianship. And great tunes. For all those who slag off Steely Dan for being boring musos, who can deny that 'Peg' and 'Josie' are great tunes?