"Don't fuckin' tell me what to do," chants reformed teen-pop prodigy Robyn. No worry, girl, things are under control. With help from Klas Åhlund — who co-wrote her 2005 cred-maker, Robyn — the singer drops a near-perfect mini-album, launching a planned trilogy. Beats from Diplo and Röyksopp drive high-heeled heartbreak and oh-snap comedy. "Once you've gone tech, you never ever goin' back," she declares on "Fembot," out-bionic-ing Xtina by 20 gigabytes. Capped with a Swedish folk gem, Body Talk shows a dancehall queen with more than just blonde ambition.