Los Angeles is a big place, and my experience of the city is not exactly like Dr. Dre’s or 2pac’s. But I feel a rush of hometown pride listening to the G-funk they created; no artists before or since have captured the Cali vibe as well. The slinky bass and freeway-long keyboard runs are bright, sticky and sweat-soaked; it’s a sound that conveys how too much sunshine can be oppressive, and relaxation can become enervation. On a dime, G-funk can turn futuristic too: just listen to Dre pack sci-fi drops and whooshes into “The Next Episode.”