There are certain songs that I specifically remember listening to in certain circumstances- in my parents' cars, while driving between houses after the divorce, for example. Those are generally good memories, because listening to music meant I wasn't getting grilled about whatever. (And a few are happy memories, like singing along to "Werewolves of London" with mom.)

There are other songs that have different associations- Santana's "Why Don't You and I" has memories of riding around in my best friend's car, laughing so hard pop was coming out of my nose. Or singing "Lean on Me" at a Wednesday night church service in college, arms around my friends, giggling at the band's antics.