I think that "I'm in You" cover was his personal Billy Squeer-nadir (rhymes!):
The title song also beckoned some penetrating physical questions, very unfortunate all in all. Note to self: Pink satin trousers and frilly shirts that look like an American quilt do not a respectable musician make.
That said, I've seen the man twice since he has balded and was never less than entertained. I like his lead guitar work and his band has a nice rapport.