Over the course of the series, Frasier Crane becomes less and less the dignified psychiatrist and more and more someone closely resembling George Bluth when separated from his wife or secretary. (Thus the Arrested Development title reference).
Listening to a 45 year old man whine about his lack of erotic action is not an appealing premise for a show. The better parts of this series were when Frasier played the gentleman and yet, unfortunately, often lost out on love. You knew he was a good guy and you rooted for him. These episodes, however, you root for him the way you would if you were drunken co-workers at a work conference in Vegas, hoping your buddy hooks up with one of the casino girls because you cant do it yourself. It's just sad and embarrassing seeing ANY man act like this, and especially one that's supposed to be refined and prestigious.
The problem is that as the show went on they seemed to run out of the inspired snafu-driven story dilemmas, and tried instead to intertwine the simple-minded sex-plots common in bargain basement sitcoms.
This episode does have some funny moments, and, in spite of the lecherous route they took in getting there, the climactic scene was humorous. Unfortunately, this episode, like so many others of the later seasons, wallowed too much in ignorant sleaze and not enough in the brilliant storylines sustained throughout the full 22 minutes of better episodes.