Emerging naked from satin sheets with a mascara-eyed gaze, Prince was an erotic sylph trapped in cold synthesizer revelry. No one before or since has merged funk so convincingly with technology, sexual fantasy and existential despair. He turns into a robot on "Automatic," sheds tears as women torture him on "Something in the Water," and cures his depression by humping "Lady Cab Driver." On "1999," the sky turns purple and God rains hellfire on dirty-minded heathens, but he doesn't care. It's still a party, and even the rock dudes who love "Little Red Corvette" are invited to the apocalypse.