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The album that cemented Stevie Wonder as 100 percent his own artist, a bona-fide auteurist, studio-based rock star, starts out like cocktail hour. Smooth electric piano, supper-club vocals from Jim Gilstrap and Lani Groves on the two opening lines, and then in comes Stevie, exuberant as the teenager he'd only recently stopped being, throwing all kinds of things into the mix (oddly placed backing vocals and overdubbed vocal whimpering) that the Carpenters weren't about to, no matter how at home Karen and Richard would be with "You Are the Sunshine of My Life." It was an instant standard that assured the folks who'd grown up with Stevie that he was ready to take on adulthood the way he'd taken on the role of Motown's in-house teenager.
Then, track by track, Talking Book ushered in the fully-fledged man Stevie had been aiming to become for a half-decade or so. Even on the Motown-sanctioned 12-song jobs with Wonder's name on them, he was more likely to throw a curveball than anyone else on the label, even in-house rebel Marvin Gaye, and both 1971's Where I'm Coming From and 1972's Music of My Mind are full of them. But on Talking Book the… read more »


