Johnny Prez

Familiarity rules: The chorus borrows from El General’s pioneering, eponymous reggaeton hit, and its “Gasolina” likeness is more than passing. But skittering, synthesized brass ‘n’ toms prop Prez’s gritty spitting as he begs la sirena not to slay a man with her wild punane (and mami answers back like, “Whatever!”). The dance floor won’t croak, but the pum pum is definitely moving. — Julianne Shepherd