Can Jeremy Jay be any more adorable? On his second album, the Los Angeles singer/songwriter has put together another collection of catchy little songs that recall everything from squeaky-clean ’50s pop to Factory Records-era post-punk. Seriously, who else could get away with plaintively delivering lyrics like “Giddyup, horsey/Giddyup”? “We Were There” features synths that wouldn’t sound out of place on a Simple Minds song, while “Slow Dance” could double as the backing track to a ’70s-style dream sequence. Throw in his melancholy style of speak-singing and Jay has somehow become one of the most oddly compelling pop songwriters in recent memory. Damn you, Jeremy Jay!