Like pretty much everyone else, I used to rotate through hastily-planned lunches—hodgepodge salads, leftover odds and ends, the occasional $20 takeout—until this ramen quietly took over my routine.

You get out of a Robyn album what you put in. Whether you're sad, frustrated, besotted, or euphoric, her songs will meet you where you are. On Sexistential, like all '"modern era" Robyn records, the ...