The trumpeter Roy Hargrove’s voice, excerpted from an interview, haunts the first track of Marquis Hill’s short and affecting new album, “Love Tape.” “I’m in service,” says Hargrove, who died last year. “What I am here to do is to touch people and make them feel better through music.” The intro fits. Across these nine tracks, Hill plays the fluegelhorn in smoky, braided, beat-dragging phrases, overdubbed in harmony with himself. The beat underneath him falls in a weightless, unclaimed zone between neo-soul, jazz and hip-hop. Hargrove’s influence is everywhere. And the album — which features clips from interviews with black women on most tracks, discussing self-love and romance — indeed wears its palliative intent on its sleeve. On the album’s closer, “Wednesday Love,” Hill’s quartet is joined by the talented young vocalist Christie Dashiell, who sings of falling in love with a smile inside every note. GIOVANNI RUSSONELLO