Despite offering this stuff up in opposition to dance music early house is actually the perfection of this, it's quintessence. Particularly your love by frankie knuckles. I've always been fascinated by this frozen grief encoded into so much '80s music. It's technology yes, but also hard not to read as the shadow of aids.
Something about moving into the future with all those not of this world digital sounds enmeshed with that naked emotion. Primitive by today's standards but perhaps more human. I guess the fact that a lot of the instruments were still being played in, unquantized, adds to that.
There's distance encoded into '80s music, an essential part of its complex of emotions. The polish of a Vandross, the camp theatrics of Prince and Kate Bush, the funny voices of Bryne, cameo, Rick James, the frigidity of synth pop, the emotional constipation of Blue Nile. Something blocked from expression. Sone trauma present by it's absence.