In the midst of personal and financial strife, dealing with the divorce of motown's label owner's sister, being forced to record an album where, as part of the settlement, all the profits go straight to his ex-wife. Marvin at first was going to make a complete piece of crap but his loyalty to his public and strange fascination with the idea cohersed him into making a smooth, bitter, inventive, minimalsitic but complex, mellow soul album, filled with the emotional platitudes of love and marriage mixed with pain and divorce while cleverly naming it Here, My Dear ... the final fuck you to his old lady!
