I had a very brief flirtation with Luther Vandross in the early 80s. Part of my shine was reactive. Should I listen to fake soul, like Style Council, or should I listen to the real thing? There was a lot of real thing out there. From Parliament/Funkadelic to the Sugarhill Gang to sounds from Africa. But there was also pop radio soul, which could be awful. But not always.
Luther Vandross had a great voice and apparently a taste for awful treacly songs. But sometimes the pool of his emotion filled a song that could hold it. These two did it for me, perhaps I should note, in some of my darkest personal days.