"I don't speak Spanish, but I understand everything when I'm dancing" goes the opening line (and extremely long song title) of one of the catchier tracks on this anthology of percussionist Bobby Matos' rich catalog. As Denise Cook drops this spoken-word homage to the intensity and fire of Latin music, Matos keeps true to his word of making people dance with a flurry of conga rolls and piano stabs. Cook makes a lyrical connection between mambo and Africa, conjoining a long history that coalesced and gelled in New York in... More >>>