In the last two years, playfully tropical trifles reigned in the form of OMI’s “Cheerleader” and Drake’s “One Dance,” but many of this year’s contender for summer jam are noticeably more urgent. (A sign of the times?) And while the 2017 field has some familiar names, it also looks more eclectic than most. There’s piano-house catharsis from an unpredictable star out of New Zealand, an enigmatic auteur’s radio grab with a Scottish song-of-summer producing vet and the rap trio of the moment, and a no-nonsense trunk banger from hip-hop’s reigning king. There’s also a bunch of guys rhyming along to flutes, for some reason. (Yet another sign of the times?!)

Here, Pitchfork staffers run down which songs are the odds-on favorites for 2017 summer jam status, and why.

Calvin Harris: “Slide” [ft. Frank Ocean and Migos]

Why It Jams: The role of the DJ is to know what’s hot and to read the room. Calvin Harris did just that when he built a breezy midtempo banger around Frank Ocean, still glowing from going Blonde* *last summer, and hip-hop King Midas-es Quavo and Offset of Migos. This is a playlist in a song, meant to be repeated for however long it takes to get ready and smoke half a joint out the window, wondering what the night could bring. The only reason you don’t slide on all your nights like this is cuz there aren’t enough songs like “Slide” to effortlessly set the vibe.

Odds of It Ruling the Summer: Decent. It’s rising up the Hot 100 chart slower than Harris’ usual hits, finally cracking the Top 30 and seemingly gaining some steam. But in the corners of the internet where *Blonded *radio shows are cause to ring the siren emoji, “Slide” has been the song of the summer since the winter. –Jillian Mapes

Drake: “Passionfruit”

Why It Jams: The stoner cousin of “Hotline Bling,” “Passionfruit” is soft for sure, but soft in the way beautiful skin feels. Chances are decent this song is about something, but all you really need to know is Drake repeatedly coos the word “passion.” The beat is a subtle monster that resonates almost solely in the hips—it will rule dance floors on docked boats, warm weather Bat Mitzvahs, and Ibizan sand through the end of time.