The songwriter returns to her indie-pop roots on her second solo album, splitting the difference between the emotional immediacy of her Girlpool days and the hyperpop irony of her recent work.

Armed with CDJs and accompanied by a crew of improvising peers, the D.C. duo collages ambient-jazz sketches, Foley sounds, and scraps of dialog into a montage inspired by arthouse cinema.

The Iowa rapper burrows into a dense tangle of memories and cautionary tales, sinking into vaporous deconstructed jazz productions with an ever-shifting flow.

Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today, we look back at the inimitable chanteur’s 1985 solo record, a dapper work of exquisite pop perfectionism.