Benny Latimore's Malaco albums have been conservatively produced, geared toward Southern tastes and moderately successful on a regional basis. That's the case with this album, which didn't land national hits but was a generally good effort.
Latimore's voice isn't as commanding as it was during his 1970s run, but he can still sing in a menacing fashion, deliver convincing heartache ballads, sound vulnerable or express tenderness and concern. Unfortunately, the lack of a great single and the decidedly non-urban contemporary sound doomed this to the fate of most Malaco LPs -- little exposure above the Mason-Dixon line and little radio airplay.