It's a funny thing about how music has the power to anchor itself in one's subconscious, attached to specific moments and memories.
I mentally play Deacon Blue's 'Love and Regret' when I recall the first time I was dumped, I remember the feeling of awe and atmosphere as I listened to Grant Lee Buffalo's 'Fuzzy' album for the first time, in a room with candles and a big window open to the stars, in the house I lived in after leaving home, every time I think back to that time and place.
And, bizarrely, I can never hear Mr. Mister's song 'Kyrie' without remembering the quartet of YA sci-fi books 'The Last Legionnaire' by Douglas Hill.
Must have been on the radio a lot when I was reading them or something