Kris Allen has done just what a good American Idol should. He's put out a second album that's both stronger than his debut and still coated in the wholesome pop goodness that won him the title. The sweet, strummy coffee-shop pop and love-drunk sentimentality that endeared him to audiences is still here. But it's augmented by bits of blue-eyed funk (check out codependence ode "Rooftops"), smatterings of rock licks and country (a strong future path). If his only crime is it's often too tame, it's a small price to pay when even treacly, Idolicious ballads like "Fighters" are sung so prettily.