This 1957 album was Cole's last outing as the leader of a small jazz combo. His cool, swinging piano lines are the epitome of class. As a singer, his phrasing couldn't be more winningly economical on tunes like the dreamy, bittersweet "Blame It on My Youth" and the saucy "Don't Let It Go to Your Head." But he's not afraid to break a sweat, either, trading feverish, bop-informed licks with violin demon Stuff Smith on the percolating "I Know That You Know."