Listening to Ally Palmer's new single Under The Night Sky, I hear some Edie Brickell, some Jimmy Buffet, Meiko. There is something innocent and infectious about this song. Nothing too serious; it's the daiquiri of evening cordials.
There's a snap, and a bell, and a washboard, there is a Saturday Morning Express vibe to the production, and that vocal is such a campfire angel, somehow it all works together. It's just a cozy kind of thing. Bring a blanket.