Prince's pop life, song by song, in chronological order.

While “Glamorous” sounded tailor-made for Sheila’s particular talents (even if it wasn’t), “Belle” is well-crafted but faceless, embodying the essentialist cynicism of the publishing imprint Prince used for his female side projects: “Girlsongs.”
“Girl” feels like bad karaoke, an impression that is only enhanced by the bland, lifeless arrangement.
“Oh, Baby” is merely pleasant: a muted, languorous slow jam, a little like “When We’re Dancing Close and Slow,” except without that song’s genuinely erotic ache.