You know how certain songs can transport you back, like a time machine? This is one of them for me. Every time I hear it, I’m delivered to a lonely, semi-desperate Sunday night in the summer of 1971, when I was 13, listening to Casey Kasum’s American Top 40 in my bedroom, after my family had just moved from northern New Jersey to Annapolis. It’s special for a broader (and different) reason, though — the liquid sound and poetry. Can you name a tune from the 70s with more powerful yet elusive imagery? I can’t. Ladies and gentlemen, “Riders on the Storm,” by The Doors. IMHO the best they ever did.