As the lead singer of the '80s hippie-rock band the New Bohemians, Brickell was always sharper than her Birkenstock-babe image let on. Some 15 years later, her chirpy voice -- once the quirk that irked -- has matured into a dusky croon. And her songs -- mostly torchy folk-pop about distant lovers and other romantic near misses -- are seductive and slinky, tailor-made to succeed in the current singer-songwriter renaissance. And why shouldn't they?

