No one’s ever accused me of being a Beyoncé fanboy. I’ve admired her work for almost 25 years, but my interest in the superstar is no more keen than my appreciation of Donna Summer, Angela Winbush, Angélique Kidjo or Janet Jackson. Beyoncé knowingly channels each of those predecessors on the magnificent Renaissance. In fact, dozens of sonic references make the new album a music obsessive’s dream. Paying affectionate homage to old favorites while preaching a prosperity gospel theme makes me an instant believer in the power of Renaissance. Pass the collection plate.