Miguel has that Elvis quality. And it isn't just the leather and the won't quit hips. It's not the snarl or the sex or the swagger. Watching Miguel is like watching a predator and you're the prey. Watching him, one gets the sense that what we're seeing is exactly the same as what Miguel has seen dancing by himself in the mirror before people paid to see him dance on stage, and the way he sings sounds exactly the way it does in the car or in the steam of a shower. Rehearsed maybe, raw definitely.