There’s something infectious about “Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.,” Bruce Springsteen’s first album. The songs start with so much energy; even a shorter track like Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street? has a narrative in its changing of tone. The album’s got a lot of vivid imagery, images thrown together in a montage. It too is infectious but I meant more infectious in getting excited about the energy. Springsteen’s best albums are all whole gestures, starting with his first one. But 82nd Street is a bit of a standout just for how fast the tone in the song changes, how Springsteen’s voice changes the emphases on the details of the images.