by Richard S. Ginell 　　Continuing to evolve, with eyes and ears fixed on the very different paths that Miles Davis and Herbie Hancock were blazing in those days, Dr. Eddie Henderson, musician and psychiatrist, retreats a bit further from the cutting edge here. The rhythms gets tighter and funkier due to the presence of two of the Headhunters -- bassist Paul Jackson and drummer Mike Clarke -- and one of Davis' boys, percussionist Mtume. The structures of the tunes are more pronounced, Henderson's trumpet work resembles that of Davis more than ever, and Hadley Caliman invokes the absent Bennie Maupin on bass clarinet. With the notable exception of her Hancock-like solo on "Dr. Mganga," Patrice Rushen's keyboard textures are more sweeping, layered and less inventive than those on previous Henderson outings, without the pointillistic fireworks and pink noise of the early '70s. There is enough of the old experimental Eddie Henderson here to keep his wild-eyed electric music fans interested, but he was clearly being pulled slowly and inexorably into a more commercially-minded orbit, possibly in a doomed attempt to remake him into another Donald Byrd-like cash cow.