"You like the obscure things," Lee Hazlewood gushed in 1999, as New York hipsters performed a concert tribute to him. "Those are the things I like." The producer-songwriter-crooner, who died last year, would have loved this collection: 55 tracks that sidestep his pop hits with Nancy Sinatra and Dean Martin in favor of willful oddities and schmaltzy subversions sung by himself and others. Three long-out-of-print LPs are here: The N.S.V.I.P.s ('64) pairs droll folk sing-alongs with outrageously surreal spoken intros; Friday's Child ('65) boings from fuzzy psychedelia to ­country hokum; and Love and Other Crimes ('68) predates the morning-after sensitivity of '70s soft rock. Hazlewood was no stranger to dreck, but more often, music-biz conventions inspired flashes of warped brilliance from him. With one drawled word—"Hmmmm"—he added homosexual overtones to Bobbie Gentry's "Ode to Billie Joe." Another hit, narrowly averted.