What’s your go-to “the weather is getting warm” album?

When I first moved to Chicago, in the stereotypically (but no less shockingly) cold winter of 2006, I would spend hours upon hours warming up at Reckless Records on Milwaukee Avenue to break up my walk home from the train. One day, I popped in and heard the tremolo guitar of “(I Can’t Seem To) Make You Mine,” with Alasdair MacLean’s gentle, beautiful voice hovering over the song like a perfectly shaped cloud on a sunny day. I was so taken by it that, after much deliberation, I cleared my throat and nervously asked the woman behind the counter who was playing, as if it’s a crime to inquire about something you’re absolutely going to buy. I’m pretty sure this is the only time I’ve ever done this, and I’m glad I did: The whole record, and particularly that aforementioned track, “My Own Face Inside The Trees,” and “When I Came Home From The Party,” was pretty much the soundtrack to that spring for me, a sonically fitting staple in my discman as the temps rose and the sun peeked out and people finally shed their parkas and I could actually explore this new, exciting city. [Tim Lowery]