A personal anecdote: strolling away from a lazy beer-and-sun-drenched daytrip to South Beach about nine years back, I stumbled into a score of late-afternoon onlookers gathered around the slightly-elevated terrace of an art-deco Ocean Drive cafe, all smiling, bobbing and listening to a mysteriously exciting live performance. Slipping towards the front of the laid-back "press," lo-and-behold, I discovered Seal staging an impromptu acoustical concert for patrons and foot traffic (his tour bus quintiple-parked on the street out front). Fantastic. He can sing.

Bonus Classic Seal Two-fer: Killer.