The highest point for hip-hop this year was the fact that Q-Tip finally released another album. And much like Chinese Democracy, nobody cared.
R&B didn't do any better. Between Rihanna flooding the airwaves and Ne-Yo writing songs for everybody, the only things I walked away enjoying were Robin Thicke and John Legend (who even I'll admit can't sing that damn well).
This was also the year that Britney Spears managed to squeeze out another hit song, which is never good news where taste is concerned.
You know, I like Timbaland. I like Justin Timberlake. What I don't like is the fact that they've been joined at the hip all year.
Estelle crossed over to the US this year. Good for her. Maybe next year she'll learn how to sing. Or rap. Anything, really.
Speaking of British crossovers, we were also treated to Adele (who'll have to explain the concept of "chasing pavements" to me one day) and Duffy (...okay, fine. I liked "Mercy").
New Kids on the Block came back for the first time since 1994. I... kinda don't care, actually.
Erykah Badu released her concept album New Amerykah Part One, which I actually enjoyed thoroughly. There was even a nice tribute to deceased rapper J Dilla toward the end.
Jason Mraz came out with the catchiest song ever recorded, "I'm Yours." Seriously, it was catchy as hell.
Kardinal Offishall (who needs a spelling dictionary) joined Shaggy this year, in the ranks of semi-Jamaican rappers using fake accents.
Coldplay did manage to released the only song I've heard from them that didn't annoy me or bore me to tears, but it was soon revealed that the music in said song was lifted from... well, a lot of places.
Lil Wayne... ugh. Just-- no.
A honorable mention goes to TI for not only compelling me to search for the old "Numa Numa" video on Youtube again, but for inspiring Weird Al's new "Whatever You Like" parody.