“I don’t have much to say,” sings James Taylor at one point on In the Pocket, his seventh LP, and that certainly seems to be the case. Such tracks as “Shower the People” are hopelessly cliche-ridden, while potentially more potent numbers, including “A Junkie’s Lament,” are also buried under platitudes. This may be Taylor’s smoothest, most professional package, but it nevertheless represents the nadir of his recording career. As he improves technically, he seems to be losing the personal touch that brought him to attention in the first place.