The Music Nazi relinquishes her death grip on the remote - send me your suggestions!!!

Marcus and I bring to our relationship very different strengths (and arguably weaknesses) that help make our lives as rich and colourful as it should be. And these strengths complement each other perfectly.
For instance... Marcus is wonderful at putting things in its right place. I have not had a pair of matching socks since 1998. Together out floor is not cluttered and I no longer look like a mental instution escapee.
Another example, and the cause of this discussion today, I have impeccable taste in music and am more than moderately equipped with a wealth of music knowledge. I usually win when I play Music jeopardy and I rule when I get the "Hum-dinger category" when we play Cranium. (Marcus, on the other hand, does not know who Neil Young is, refers to my music as a " that noise" in true circa 1950's father figure fashion and believes that Robbie Williams is the best male singer/songwriter...of all time.)So I spend hours injecting musical pleasure in his life and in turn I feel like Hi-Fi Goddess, keeper of music, dispenser or pop music wisdom.
Without the appropriate checks and balances however, occationaly these delicate but important rolls that we play, are set off-kilter. Marcus's once wonderful organisation skills sometimes seem more like obsessive-compulsive behavior of an anal retentive and clearly, a very sick individual. Who keeps their clothes hangers spaced EXACTLY ONE INCH apart?And maintains colour order within sock drawer? Exactly.
Anyhow in all fairness to Marcus, I am too musically opinionated and sometimes things go a bit pear-shaped and a nice meal ends with Marcus accusing me of being a Music Nazi as I refuse him access to the CD remote. And as I now re-consider the dead-bolt I have installed on the home entertainment system and the Shania Twain Albums that I have hidden from Marcus, I too believe that I may have a problem.
So as my 10 steps to self-healing, the first having admitted that there is an issue, the second one involves me relinquishing my hold on musical devices that are shared by others who have ears. So essentially, my psychiatrist has recommended that for the wedding I ask everyone to list 5 of their all time favorite songs (not necessarily wedding oriented) and that these I must incorporate into the evening at the wedding. Wheeew. There. I said it. So people, if are interested in trying to help me. Post me (or email me directly) a list of songs you LOVE to hear and I will make sure at least one gets played*. Let the healing begin!!!
*Does not include Shania Twain, Celene Dion, Whitney Huston, Barbara Strisand, Chicago, The Eagles, or anything from anytype of "boy-band" anytime after 1988.