DR. FEELGOOD—Sneakin' Suspicion (Columbia)::Blues, blues, and more blues. Great stuff for us senile rock critics who were weaned on the Animals and Nashville Teens, this album has more echoes of The Rolling Stones Now! than dagger's old lady has jewels. But is it relevant? Just ask Peter Wolf .'bout the ol' J. Geils conundrum. Seems as though the existential droppings of punk (q.v.) are the rill blooze for today's teen agents. Sorry, lads. Maybe you can hire some "chick singers" or whatever and metamorphose into contemporary stars via the patented Fleetwood (Cli) Mack Blues Band route. I'll give you an "A" for "able blokes after the fact" in the meantime. R.R.

REX—Where Do We Go From Here? (Columbia):: All right, here's a little competition for Starz and Piper in the metallic pretty-boy sweepstakes. Not only that, but lead voker Rex Smith had the foresight to name his band of cryptostudz after himself right off the bat. Paves the way for future solo breakouts plus prevents the kind of charisma-undercutting Steve Tyler's experiencing right now, what with a certain rock journal promoting "sexy Joe Perry" as the Mr. Aerosmith. Speaking of which, Rex's "7 Come 11" handily echoes the classy chugrock popularized by their labelmate elders. R.R.