Are Robin Thicke and his homies in a mansion chalk full o'harlots in the "Sex Therapy" video? What is happening here? The men look like a neo rat pack and all the wimminz are wearing onesies and racial ambiguous. It's like a James Bond movie. All of this is to say--I likey. It's hot without being trashy. It actually looks like a series of moving portraits from your favorite coffee table erotica book: Robin singing to the camera framed by the pair of long, bronzed legs that belong to the woman hovering above him, peacocks on a green lawn, shiny patent leather platform heels in the air, hands on bare shoulder blades, a voyeur's view through a chandelier, and plenty of pearl necklaces (*snicker*). It's all quite artistic and sexy. And anyway, the song is called "Sex Therapy." If you were expecting something chaste from a song that boasts lyrics such as "it's your body, we'll go hard if you want to, as hard as you want to, soft as you want to" you got another thing comin'.