Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass, South Of The Border (1965)
You’re perhaps supposed to call this sort of thing a guilty pleasure - except I feel no guilt. Always kinda dug Herb Alpert, a bit of a kitsch thing, absolutely, but as with my mini Ray Conniff (almost-) obsession I feel no shame. I’m not sure I ever actively sought out music from Alpert though - be…
