It's interesting, I find myself able to go along with a lot of the three choices on here. Including even the records, sometimes.
I like manchego, and I could certainly live with it. It wouldn't be my first choice. A good matured cheddar? Yep. Again, wouldn't be my first choice, but I'd enjoy it. Somebody put Époisses — pouah! No, that I really couldn't. Same with Munster. To me, they smell like socks that have been worn for several weeks. Records? Dark Side of the Moon, yep, I could live with that for quite a long time. Weather Report's Heavy Weather? Now you're talking. Substance — yep, probably. Possibly Meat is Murder (which I think no-one's suggested). Pepper? Well of course, although if you pushed me I might go for Revolver. Etc.
Something I did think about for if I'm ever invited on Desert Island Discs (hell, there's a guy on here who's been on Eggheads, allegedly, so you never know…). I know you're not supposed to take it too seriously, but if I were actually stranded on a desert island, and allowed one luxury object, I would have a radio with the biggest possible choice of short wave bands, and a good aerial, but fitted to be solar powered. Because obviously there'd be a problem of batteries. The biggest single problem on a desert island would certainly be loneliness. Now I like my own company, and I very often hike alone, often travel alone, and spend entire days alone. But it's a whole different ball game spending days, then weeks, then months, then years, without seeing a single soul.
With that radio, I'd always have a human presence, from all over the world (it wouldn't matter at all if I didn't understand the languages, it would be people communicating, it would be the world out there), and I could listen to it as and when I pleased. Powering it up on sunny days from time to time.