For a guy with the most rabid personality cult this side of Kim Jong-Il, Dave Matthews is awfully democratic. On his first-ever hits compilation, the incense-voiced South African and his jam-buddies–turned–backup-band open the request line and let fans decide the set list. The second disc, featuring unreleased live performances, drags: Electric-fiddle solos might be a godsend after your eighth trip to the H.O.R.D.E. tour beer tent, but not here. For sheer radio-ready prettiness, though, you can’t beat the moonlit makeout ballads on disc one, like the sinuous “Crush,” or “Crash Into Me,” the song that launched a thousand pregnancy scares. Most surprising in retrospect is what a filthy horndog the coed-serenading King of Bros has always been: “I wanna see you open wide”? “Let me drink you, please”? Why Mr. Matthews — we never!

Download: “Crash Into Me,” “The Space Between”