When Jennifer Lopez's new single, Get Right, first came on, I felt the same way I do when I'm watching a 90s actioner and the villain Bruce Willis just iced crawls out of the flames holding a gun in his trembling hands: "Damn, I thought you were really done that time." But Jennifer "I'm real, even on Oprah" Lopez is back, emerging from a massive public backlash against her megalomaniacal multi-licensing fashion/perfume deals, Louis Vuitton campaign, four highly publicized relationships and poorly acted movies, calling her album Rebirth like we're all just gonna forget we hate her. In terms of vocal modulation and pitch correction, this is a production tour de force. Otherwise, it's the same ringtone-timbre whine and odd lyrics ("Just put your name on the dotted line"? What's that about?) over slick Rodney Darkchild beats. The world needed this like it needed Fred Durst's amateur porn.