I’ve always had a special affinity for the soft rock hits of the ‘70s and ‘80s. As an (admittedly odd) adolescent I’d lay in bed, listening for hours in the dark to K-Lite, Phoenix’s easy listening radio station. There was something warm and comforting about soft rock that I really connected with, even if I couldn’t understand the complications of love that artists like Phil Collins and Ambrosia sang about. I may have been the…