Flavorful and finessed, Joe Henry’s first album in four years is a warm and inviting addition to his oeuvre, one that taps into the sparse ambience that permeates his recent production work with Solomon Burke and the partnering of Elvis Costello and Allen Toussaint. With a tenor that communicates ennui, sorrow and an exposed soul, Henry has created s fine one-two waltz to open the disc: Title track’s engaging lilt that would snuggly fit Norah Jones; and “Parker’s Mood,” which has little to do with bebop wizard Charlie Parker, he proffers some of his most tender love lyrics. “Our Song,” a six minute ballad, begins with Henry overhearing baseball great Willie Mays reminiscing and questioning America at a Scottsdale, Ariz., Home Depot and evolves into dissertation on desert living, deterioration of life and becoming a better man. It’s priceless on several levels. Overall, album is a down-tempo affair that, to quote Neil Young, starts out slow and fizzles out all together on the sparse “God Only Knows,” an original tune that closes the disc on another note of improving oneself, in this case to be a beacon for a romantic partner.