Maybe you’ve heard of her? The Minneapolis-nurtured diva’s slow, steady climb to fame and ubiquity continued apace this month when the wobbly and wonderful “Truth Hurts” became her first number-one song—only two years after it was first released. In the interim, Lizzo’s major label debut album, Cuz I Luv You, expanded her reach. Ricky Reed’s bald calculation, X Ambassadors’ retro chintz, Oak’s late-pass radio-rap—each producer and co-writer on the album loiters on the unfashionable edge of pop as we know it, and they’re Lizzo’s ideal courtiers because and not despite of that. Preaching self-love more than self-care, with a joy none dare call corny, Lizzo remains eminently root-for-able not because she’s an innovator but because the familiar musical formulas she straps herself into can’t possibly contain her personality, which spills over all formal confines in unexpectedly voluptuous ways. With Ari Lennox.