Despite my snark three chapters earlier, I’m not a Phil Spector hater, I just prefer when he pulls back slightly from his full wall of sound. The Crystals’ “There’s No Other Like My Baby” is just right, a spine-tingling cloud of harmonics. On the opposite end of the girl group scale, “Egyptian Shumba” is far from crystalline, an unabashed raver humming on pre-riot-grrl energy. Other songs pack an album’s worth of charm into tiny, iconic moments - the first eight beats of “Be My Baby,” the ‘mwah’ on “Great Big Kiss,” or the jump rope breakdown of “Clapping Song.”