Ever wonder why Robert Elms and Sade split up? No, nor did I, I always thought it was self evident. But for those of you for whom doting on minor celebrities of the eighties is a must, the hint is in this song about the worst mixed alcoholic drink in creation. You see he keeps “giving me, giving me the sweetest Taboo.” Sade is not wrong here. There is no bouzy melange sweeter than this designer eighties pisswater. And if my bloke kept giving it to me, he would be out on his Spandau Ballet loving arse faster than he could say Chant No.1.