"Hold up, wait / You fucking with my groove," Kelela murmurs on "Frontline," the opening track from her new album Take Me Apart. For Kelela, that is a deep, deep transgression. There is not a lot that can fuck with her groove. Kelela's groove is an endlessly renewable resource. When the singer first crossed our radar four years ago, it was with Cut 4 Me, the mixtape where she sang over the jagged and futuristic beats from the Fade To Mind braintrust: Kingdom, Jam City, Bok Bok, those guys. Those producers all made music that sounded new and alien. Their beats on Cut 4 Me were full of empty space and echolocation pings and thundering, off-kilter drums. That music made for an inhospitable landscape, a place where human sentiment might go to die. But over those tracks, Kelela found ways to broadcast personality. She was bold and slick and sexy and deep, and she was able to bend those tracks to suit her needs. She found her groove. Now, four years later, she's finally releasing what's technically her first album, since Cut 4 Me was a mixtape and 2015's staggering Hallucinogen was an EP. And while she spends the LP singing over things that theoretically could fuck with her groove, that groove remains unfucked.