During the past few years, Detroit has seen a lot of new clubs open. Many have succeeded financially while others have failed. There have been, however, few cases where good taste and bigger budgets have coexisted. If patrons want dominatrix midgets and fireworks, we’ve got it. If you want to valet park your Lamborghini and listen to vapid dance music, Detroit can accommodate you, Mr. Suave. For the rest of us, though, options have been scarce, forcing many nightlife aficionados into semihibernation or early retirement. Whatever our symptoms, we Detroiters need quality dance-floor relief. And Panacea — which flamboyantly means “cure-all” — may have the remedy for many of our clubbing ills.