When the VH1 historians look back on 2010 in the inevitable edition of “I love the Twenty-Teens”, there will be one pop song that they will absolutely have to include. The one song still played in dance clubs and at parties and the one song remembered as the soundtrack of the summer: Robyn’s “Dancing on My Own.” Instantly infectious, joyous and never boring, it’s quite possibly the most pristine pop gem ever to worm its way into our ears. It forces you to dance, and when you’re done, I’ll be damned if you aren’t pressing repeat to listen to it again.

The main thing I noticed about Body Talk, the full-length collection of songs released on the three Body Talk EPs, is that every damn song is like “Dancing on My Own”. Every song is an immaculate gumdrop of quirky pop. Everything from the icy and odd tones of “Fembot,” to the swagger on “Don’t Fucking Tell Me What to Do” and the power of “Indestructible” not only get you dancing, but are also tiny adjustments to what pop music should be.

Each song is an experiment – a different way of communicating elation and heartbreak – and each song gets you moving on the floor. These songs weren’t produced on a factory belt to sell copies and get played in clubs; they were thoughtfully produced by a woman with personality. That’s why the songs on Body Talk will be played in the clubs ten and twenty years from now. They are not only great pop songs, they are great songs.