The B-52s have always operated in a retrofuturistic galaxy where the watusi meets interplanetary synths. On their first album in 16 years, the "Love Shack" has morphed into a mall-like "Funplex." Shellacked with Keith Strickland's surf guitar, Kate Pierson and Cindy Wilson's honeyed harmonies and Fred Schneider's campy exclamations, just about every track's obsessed with sex. Sex is dancing! ("Pump.") Sex is a road trip! ("Ultraviolet.") Sex is a cocktail party! ("Deviant Ingredient.") Schneider's horny hollering ("Bootybots! Erotobots!") soon turns cringe-worthy. But the club-ready hooks are the real point here. Pop guitars turn "Hot Corner" into B-52s do the British Invasion, "Dancing Now" echoes beats from Fatboy Slim's "Rockefeller Skank," and disco shines with an '80s hangover on "Eyes Wide Open." Just like everything since 1979's "Rock Lobster," "Funplex" works best when the voices blend into the ass-moving momentum.—Jessica Letkemann