Calypso belongs to Trinidad. It's even more woven into the fabric of its native country than Reggae is with Jamaica. Calypso for one has been around a lot longer, having grown out of the folk traditions of enslaved people, and the earliest calypso recordings pre-date the first World War. For another thing, calypso (and its successor genre, soca) is the focal point of a long-running musical competition during Trinidad's pre-Lent Carnival. Something sort of like Eurovision or American Idol has taken place in Trinidad going back to the 1800s. Mighty Sparrow is one of the winningest musicians in his field, and he has had a long and influential career.
Sparrow has a sweet voice, although without a huge range. He does have a huge personality. He's known for his humorous and sexually explicit lyrics and like nearly all calypsonians, his songs are often a vehicle for social commentary as well. Each song on this album quickly lays down a horn-driven hook, a chugga-chugga rhythm, and lets one of the era's great trash-talkers go off on the subject of his choosing. Imagine if Slick Rick's grandfather led a big band jazz group and you're not a million miles off. It's the sweetest trash-talking ever though, and even his diss tracks against rival calypsonian Lord Melody have a friendly and fun-loving tone. His tales of illicit sexual encounters are often tinged with the faintest hint of sadness, again like those of many calypsonians, who had very fresh memories of the widespread prostitution that catered to American GI's stationed there during the second World War.
Mighty Sparrow's 1960 album is extremely consistent and listenable. It's a great introduction to authentic calypso music. If you can tolerate a small amount of what is mostly casual misogyny, it's worth a try for the curious.