Of course my list isn't like yours droid in that mine is coloured by memories of the time, hearing those records again and again and again, on kool, on the streets, at carnival, how jungle and London were one and the same thing at that time. How new it was, not just aesthetically, but culturally, that it meant something and everybody knew it and the pride and fierce joy that went with that.
Difficult to understand for provincial types, far from the red hot centre of power, people who discovered the genre retrospectively, well after the movement had stalled and the moment passed.
Interesting to see the canon you have constructed alone of course, a kind of cargo cult version of jungle.