Mark Ronson

New York City DJ and multi-instrumentalist Mark Ronson has connections like AT&T; he’s bagged enough A-list artists on his vibrant, extroverted debut album to excite radio programmers nationwide. Here Comes the Fuzz is rammed with surefire, carefree party music. Ronson comes from privilege — he’s the son of glam-rock guitar hero Mick, and he used to spin at hip boîte Life — but he has enough street cred to snag Ghostface Killah (on the irresistible orchestral-funk bomb “Ooh Wee”), Q-Tip (on the jittery Latin-funk shuffle “Tomorrow”) and Mos Def (on the Kravitz-sampling rap-rock jam “On the Run”). Whatever style Ronson attempts, he turns it into radio-ready gold. Whether he’s having Sean Paul and Tweet toast and coo over punchy reggae, letting Weezer’s Rivers Cuomo self-deprecate over Gorillaz-like suburban funk, or uncorking an unlikely blues-techno hybrid, Ronson oversees the instantly catchy Fuzz with entrepreneurial acumen.