Few artists will ever rival Stevie Wonder's scary-great crop of groundbreaking
1970s works. Unfortunately, his first album in 10 years, A Time to Love, feels like
Stevie Wonder: The Musical, a tedious revue of diluted funk knockoffs.
Wonder once brought soul a caffeinated jolt of fearlessness and moral
authority, but these toothless, '80s-embalmed tracks like the
unfortunately titled ''Passionate Raindrops'' are the aural equivalent of