Maybe it’s time to accept that this is how the Grammys will always be, and our expectations should be permanently lowered. I prefer the theory that the disappointing Grammy nominations often strengthen our appreciation for the great artists. Even if that’s not true, I’m coming out this year’s nominations with my glass still half full. 

As Boston begins to melt and we trade in our puffers for swimsuits, I can’t think of a better time to revisit what I consider to be one of the best summer albums of all time: Janelle Monáe’s “The Age of Pleasure.”