Last time Paul Anka put out a covers album, we sorta went bonkers over it. Ankaman's croon and those horny arrangements reimagining Soundgarden/Oasis/R.E.M./Nirvana/The Cure as swing tunes somehow added up to perfect road-trip music. In fact, you should get it. Last time the tracklist had our demographic in mind, making it easy to appreciate the ironic shmaltz. Second time around, ...