Alyssa kicks the ballistics:
Sade is someone I like, even though I would say I have trouble listening to her sometime. I think it's a combination of pacing, vocal style, and lyrics. I tend to feel a bit like I'm sinking under the song, and the lyrics come along just often enough to pull me back enough into the narrative and images. That said, periodically I find myself with "Lovers Rock" on repeat for days at a time.
She definitely has some hits, but I've always felt slightly guilty about like Sade. I think it goes back to being twelve and my Moms going on a rant about how Sade couldn't sing. There was a lot of music in my house, mostly courtesy of my mother--Robert Johnson, Joan Armatrading, John Lee Hooker. I didn't like everything, but I grew to respect it as "good music." Anyway, my Moms basically hated Sade.
Still, by the time I was fourteen and cooking up slow-jam tapes for the honeys, going without some Sade meant no play, never. How does a high school senior brimming with sexual frustration spell "sensitive?" Like this...Or some such...