“Going jazz” is a precarious notion. Remember how good The Police were? Then Sting gets the saxophone in – and not the cool Clarence Clemons/Bobby Keys kind either. Rather, it was the soprano, favoured by the likes of Kenny G, and Satan. Naturally, the boy Sumner has scarcely made a worthwhile record since. Listen, and sometimes, at night, you can hear him sobbing into a bag of money.

Another, preferable outcome is the path forged by Joni Mitchell through the ’70s. For the most part, Crosby – an associate of Mitchell back in those less enlightened times, when Rolling Stone named her “Old Lady Of The Year” – stays on this side of the jazz fence. If you’re a fan of Hejira and bits of Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter, you’ll find plenty to like here, including a beautiful cover of ‘Amelia’.

Opener ‘She’s Got To Be Somewhere’ will have you checking if you’ve put on Steely Dan by mistake; the combination of electric piano and horns should have their lawyers doing the Treasure Of Sierra Madre dance, although it’s more Two Against Nature than Aja.