Like a stroll down South Beach's Collins Avenue, the Spam Allstars bristle with the swank and sensuality of an Afro-Cuban beachside paradise. Over the past year they've been blowing up club residencies in Miami and Manhattan, rubbing their cocoa butter funk across crowds of slick salseros and dreadlocked bohos alike. Live horns, flute, timbales and guitar float through the groove while DJ Spam's subtle scratches and a bass-heavy 808 throb throw dancers into the deep end. Their fourth LP is lushly organic and feverishly danceable, blurring the lines between live and dub with seamless production and blissed-out songwriting. Believe it or not, Spam is the sabor you're looking for.