Bob Dylan caps off the (/his) revolutionary 60s with a really laid back album that’s not going to blow any minds, except his voice because he completely restrains his nasally whine and cigarette-induced rasp; he sounds younger than yesterday. “Lay Lady Lay” is the classic, with the most thought given to the texture and the most indelible melody, with Bob Dylan seducing you over a bed of feathery percussion while a steel guitar pedal whispers in your ear. But almost every track here is a winner, replete with delicious guitar lines, counterpointing piano, generous helpings of pedal steel guitar and vocals sung with a smile. The only exception is “Girl From the North Country,” which is slower and sparser than anything else that follows; 90% of the song is the wow factor of having the two heavyweights together (even though they mix like oil and water). I know when he says “Is it rolling, Bob?” on “To Be Alone With You,” he means the tape and he means Bob Johnston, but I can’t help but answer “It sure is, Bob!” as in the music and as in Bob Dylan.