Most of these songs now mostly sound as innocent and sweet as once-shocking French postcards from the era look, despite double-entendre titles like "If I Can't Sell It, I'll Keep Sittin' on It" and "Banana in Your Fruit Basket." On the other hand, the purring "Need a Little Sugar in My Bowl" ("I need a little sugar in my bowl/I need a hot dog in my roll") still sounds both downright rude and more than a little sexy. The program includes standards ("You're the Cream in My Coffee," an exquisite version of Rodgers & Hart's "Mountain Greenery"), near-forgotten pop songs (the absolutely adorable, almost Betty Boop-like "What a Night for Spooning" is possibly the album's highest point), and a small handful of racy novelties. Klein, accompanied by her own ukulele and occasional unobtrusive bits of guitar or accordion, interprets 26 songs from the teens through the '30s. One of those rare albums that puts forth a specific set of aesthetic criteria and then fulfills them completely, Janet Klein's 1998 debut Come Into My Parlor is a joy.
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