The Replacements' reputation as the foremost drunk-punk poets of the ‘80s can obscure just what an adventurous band they were. For every primal, puerile expulsion like “We're Comin' Out” or “Gary's Got a B***r,” there was a fearless foray into cabaret jazz (“Nightclub Jitters”), slinky-smooth jangle-pop (“Asking Me Lies”), and lo-fi busker blues (“Treatment Bound”).