I might just be in a mood, but there are few albums that are up to the task of kicking off a lazy Sunday morning like Steely Dan’s Aja.  Grab a cup of coffee, watch the sun come up, and sink into the stellar performances of Fagan, Becker, and the best studio musicians that California had to offer in the late 1970s.  There isn’t a dog on the album, and this soft rock/jazz fusion hybrid is so near to perfection as to fit in equally well in either format.

Aja was a bewilderment to my ten-year-old ears, but forty-years on and its summit seems a bit closer.  Maybe it’s just a trick of the light.  Either way, its a masterwork.