I could have spent all day at Peaches Records when I was growing up.
For us it was Tower Records, the one on Sunset, of course, with all the album art plaques in the front. You almost couldn’t go in there without seeing someone famous rifling the records back and forth. When I go with my kids to Amoeba, and rifle through a stack, that sensation is like Proust’s madeleines.
I lived in Hollywood back then - loved Tower records.
There was another shop west on Sunset that, IIRC, had their LPs in wall mounted racks. The store front reminded me of a Drug Store.
I bought “The White” album there after hearing it played in its’ entirety with comments before each song by some cat named George Harrison who was sitting in the KRLA studio.