Lincoln Drive is a four-mile stretch of highway in Philadelphia that seems to exist out of time, its winding turns taking you by cinematic river bends, dense woods, and inns and roadhouses that date back to the 1800s. Once used as a pleasure roadway for early motorists, it’s now the route Kurt Vile takes from his home in the city’s leafy Mt. Airy neighborhood to cruise into Philly proper. “Jump in my whip / My engine whines / Zigzag my way / Down Lincoln Drive / Puck on my lip, feel I can fly / For a while,” he sings on “Zoom 97,” the opening track on his tenth full-length record, Philadelphia’s been good to me (Verve Records). As Gold Tone mandolins swirl and dubby effects bubble around his vocals, an image of Vile driving with the window down, his signature shaggy mane rippling in the wind, begins to cohere.