Sometimes she sounds like Anne Murray, which is terrific. Sometimes she sounds like Anne Murray with a fire lit under her, which is doubly terrific. This is the second American album for Cash, 25, and she has already outgrown the need to be identified as Johnny's daughter. She's a major talent herself, and country rock has never been more contagiously good-natured than at least two of the cuts on this record—Steve Forbert's What Kinda Girl? and Leroy Preston's My Baby Thinks He's a Train. The album's other songs draw on composers from Tom Petty to Merle Haggard to Glen Hardin and Sonny Curtis. Excellent as she is, Cash is almost upstaged here by her backups. Electric guitarist Albert Lee is dazzling, as usual. Emmylou Harris' voice is so distinctive she can even make herself appreciated on harmony vocals. And then there's Rodney Crowell (Cash's husband), who produced, as well as played guitar and sang backup. It's basically Rosanne's show, though, and it deserves an ovation.