Not 100 pc; it is the 1960s, but may I share with you all a precious memory?
I was waiting at the bus stop with Mum; I was aged about 3 years. Getting bored, I yelled at Mum, "Sing Rockapella, Mum!"
the song was actually Cinderella Rockefeller by Esther and Abi
The other was If You Go to San Francisco. Dad used to sing it to me to get me to sleep. Even though it is nearly 20 years since I lost my dad, I still cannot listen to the song without tears.
Lastly, The Walker Brothers' No Regrets. Dad loved it, and I can remember it playing on the battered old radio—no built-in ones in those days. We were going to the dairy to get cream for Mum's delicious homemade fresh cream horns. I can remember him singing along.
Oh dear, one more. My cousin saved up her pocket money to buy a Blackberry Way, and while she babysat me, she brought it along to play on Dad's radiogram. Before she could, I spilled my hot milk all over it! I think dad bought her a new copy