My parents aren't really into music, to them it's tends to be something that happens in the background. They're the same about food as well. Just happens to be something they have to eat.
However, up until 1981, they were at least a little contemporary and I really enjoyed into Abba (Arrival album got worn out by me), ELO (Out of the Blue), Cliff (yes, when he was still cool) and Sky (Sky2). Tristian Fry's groove on Tristian's Magic Garden made me want to take up drums and I've had the great pleasure and privilege of spending a short time in Mr Flowers company too.
Plus the Muppet Show Vol. 2 for the car which I have had completely memorised for the last 34 years.
They bought their next albums 4 years later (Chris Cross - Another Page), Elaine Page (warbling about Evita) and Barbara Streisand (Guilty) and it sort of went a bit beige after that to Andre Rieu today.
HOWEVER, I do have a guilty pleasure - I have copies of those early albums and sometimes I go back to them and play along. It's the aural equivalent of comfort food.