Unpredictable

Ignore the title — Unpredictable. Jamie Foxx’s debut album is exactly what you’d expect from this sort of vanity project: plenty of competent-if-generic R&B booty jams and Cristal-sippin’ anthems with a who’s who of cameos (Kanye West, Ludacris, Mary J. Blige) that only a suitcase of cash or celebrity status can snag. We know that Foxx can actually sing, but this ballad-heavy disc of clichéd wordplay and commonplace melodies proves his music career should’ve ended on screen.