Destiny's Child should have been the next Supremes-- TLC maybe? At least En Vogue. In the days of departed LaTavias and LeToyas, D.C. seemed poised for a next-level reign. A few roster shuffles and a "Jumpin Jumpin" later, Yonce was clutching Shawn Carter's fitted cuffs in Turks and Caicos while stacking solo record paper. Alas.

A mighty trio B, Kelly and Michelle had become. Too bad their swan song of sorts (they called it quits last month, following this Fall's tour) completely defies the winking empowerment most of their greatest jams provided. Written and produced by Rodney Dark Child Jenkins, "Cater 2 U" is a Prince mock-up of the worst kind. Remember all that Charlie's Angels independent woman-wrapped-neatly-as-a-commercial-tool-to-sell-fast-food twaddle? It's gone, in favor of socially regressive moaning ("I'll brush your hair/ Help put your doo rag on/ Want a foot rub?/ You want a manicure?") and a limp chorus, traditionally their trump card. The production is milky and slight too, lacking the triumphant stomp of "Lose My Breath" or the slinky regional schwerve of "Soldier". Now Beyonce is off to conquer some foreign land while the other two fade prodigiously into the void. One thing we do learn: Jay-Z's got nice feet.