My dad always had great taste in music, and I credit him for shaping my own. I remember the time he decided my brother and I'd had enough Vanilla Ice and shattered the CD on the kitchen floor (alas, MC Hammer did survive). This was after I tried to tell him that, actually, Queen/Bowie could have ripped off Vanilla Ice. I was six.
I don't necessarily listen to all of these artists on a regular basis, but I'm fond of all of them.
My earliest and most pervasive musical memories are listening to pre-Sergeant Pepper's Beatles tapes in the car. All the power hits with catchy choruses, perfectly crafted intros and bridges, and those tight trademark John/Paul harmonies. He would make mix tapes without all the throwaway tracks. He always liked McCartney's songs better than Lennon's.
Eventually he played the rest of their records more and more. I still remember what, I think, was the first time I ever heard Magical Mystery Tour.
In the mid to late 80s, he was still in his 20s and listening to a lot modern rock. Lots of The Police (their later stuff, mostly; I discovered his tapes of the earlier stuff later), Queen, The Cars, Dire Straits, Tears for Fears, Genesis, David Bowie (almost exclusively Ziggy Stardust). He always had a knack for good musicianship and good engineering.
I still listen to a lot of Ziggy. The Police, Queen, The Cars, Dire Straits, and Tears for Fears are all over the radio, but I recently listened to Day at the Races and it brought back a lot of memories.
My mom, coming from a vocal and folk guitar background, loved James Taylor in the 80s. That guy can write a song.
My dad followed a few solo careers, mostly Sting, Paul Simon, Paul McCartney, and Peter Gabriel. I never liked Sting's early jazzy stuff, but in the 90s I was into Soul Cages and Ten Summoner's Tales. He played a lot of Graceland, McCartney, Peter Gabriel's first self-titled, and So.
My dad also liked a lot of mainstream jazz. Being a vocalist himself, he was into Harry Connick, Jr. Not being much of a vocal jazz fan, I now find him to be merely tolerable. His big band was HOT, though. I also remember a lot of Duke, Ella, and Oscar Peterson. It wasn't until later that my brother introduced me to Miles.
Jazz no doubt made up a large part of my early musical exposure. In the first days of learning trombone in the 5th grade band, I kept trying to swing the eighth notes.
Ages 8-12 or so were mostly lost to the local top 40 station, hence the Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer.
My dad was always more into the softer side of the rock spectrum. He never was much into Led Zeppelin. When I was in 7th grade, there was a new classic rock radio station in town. My dad and I were listening to it in the car one day when "Satisfaction" came on, and he realized that I didn't know who it was.
I started listening to that station and familiarized myself with all the cliche classic rock station bands: Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, The Doors, Pink Floyd, Van Morrison, Lynyrd Skynyrd. This was before classic rock stations starting playing bullshit from the 80s like Def Leppard.
Somewhere around that time, my dad heard about the Dark Side of the Moon / Wizard of Oz thing, and we watched it in our basement, loudly, on the nice stereo. I guess DSotM was so ubiquitous to him that he never thought to play it for me before then. Eventually I got into The Wall, no thanks to him. He always thought it was too depressing (and it is; it's like the Schindler's List of music).
Despite my initial fondness for classic rock stations, only a few bands really stuck with me (other than the ones my dad already listened to, like The Police), namely Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd. I actually can't stand the Stones or the Doors anymore.