Serious Sinatraphiles need to buy Ring-A-Ding Ding! again, no matter how many times they've bought it before. Why? A 50-year-old screwup that's dogged every release of the album has finally been fixed.
In a business where, for the last decade or so, every move made by a major record label or established artist is almost guaranteed to be a dumb one, it's hard to pick a mere five as the créme de la créme of stupidity.