Marvin's latest attempts to scale new heights in sexual immediacy unfortunately fail, since they are delivered in the bogus, overblown manner of Barry White. Like the epochal What's Goin' On and Let's Get It On, [I Want You] has a dreamy, watery feel that is sustained throughout. However, what was unified before sounds homogenized now.

Marvin continues to multi-track his voice, each track in constant call-and-response counterpoint to the others, the arrangements swamped by a veritable ocean of strings, horns, and percussion. Things are rhythmically kept in a tight, if gentle, groove (especially on the title cut and All The Way), but there isn't a distinctive composition within earshot or anything remotely resembling a provocative lyric. The problem is that this slush for disco-dancers has almost nothing to do with the funk and vitality of the magnificent dance scene portrayed on the album's cover, or for that matter, any of the now-classic hits Marvin has recorded during the last 15 years.