Recently, I overheard a group of twentysomething women discussing how promiscuous is a tougher slur to toss out than one-syllable putdowns like slut and ho' (even whore is somehow too long, one observed). Furtado is forcing us to enunciate to consider, even for a moment, what we're saying. And the tune itself actually sounds sensual, with its cushiony beat and cool splashes of '80s synth. Her vocals float above everything, but pulling strings rather than letting go, she coos and flirts; she's as lithe as Tim's guest rap is ponderous. Furtado is game, but Timbo brings beats, not chemistry, and Loose isn't a love child, but a bump-and-grind that never finds a groove. "Do It" weakly evokes J.J. Fad, "Glow" is a coy request for an orgasm with a deep but ineffectual bass buzz, and "Showtime" is just another lush commitment jam earmarked for radio.