I n early 2017, Mike Smith , a suburban dad in his forties who owned a chain of urgent-care facilities, was climbing the charts. To push his new solo album, Always You and Me, Smith sought out a Nashville producer and promoter named Tony Mantor, who helped take his songs to radio. Mantor zeroed in on a clean-cut disco-pop tune called “You’re My Kind of Beautiful.” Alternately punchy and sultry, it finds Smith straining for a Bee Gees-esque falsetto as he croons Lothario-lite lyrics: “A