cover of Al Green's "Let's Stay Together"; and Rupert Hine produced much of the album and wrote one of its cocky songs, "What Love Got to Do with It."

Tuner covers a lot of ground, musically, but this is firmly a rock & roll record, despite its soulful heart. There's everything from a pumping dance track, "Show Some Respect," to a slow-tempo piece by Ann Peebles called "I Can't Stand the Rain," its tinkling notes seeming to fall on Tina's head, tormenting her with some memory. "I Might Have Been Queen" has the earthiness of a "Proud Mary"; "Steel Claw," the ferocity of a Rolling Stones song. Turner seems to completely understand the touch that each of these songs needed. When she sings about being a "private dancer, a dancer for money, and any old music will do," she gets across the resignation of an old stripper or whore with an appropriate minimum of self-pity.

Last year, I heard Tina Turner sing that awful Terry Jacksson "Seasons in the Sun" on telev