Norah Jones’ public image — as an irreproachably classy, terminally unhip cocktail-jazz chanteuse — was cast a full decade ago, when she introduced herself with what became the archetypal dinner-music album (and easily the best-selling debut) of the 21st century. And it’s proven resoundingly unshakable since then, despite her considerable efforts to liven it up, including racking up an enviable list of collaborators that, for almost anybody else, would have guaranteed uncountable lifetime cool points: André 3000, Mike Patton, Ray Charles, Willie Nelson, Gillian Welch, Belle & Sebastian, Herbie Hancock, The Lonely Island — not to mention Wong Kar-Wai. Then again, even her most emphatic shake-up to date — this year’s Little Broken Hearts (Blue Note), a highly likable, noir-ish, indie-pop platter with gentle trip-hop shadings courtesy of incorrigible style maven Danger Mouse — remains resolutely palatable, even polite; hardly something to affront her coffeehouse core, though it’s hardly pandering, either. But hey, what’s an authentically nice girl to do?
Thu., June 28, 7:30 p.m., $29.50-$59.50, with Sasha Dobson, Mann Center, 5201 Parkside Ave., 215-878-7707, manncenter.org.