Listening to Crooked Calypso, the new album from Paul Heaton and Jacqui Abbott, has reminded me how powerful song can be in summoning a place and what it means, or what it used to mean. “Market Street” is a nine-minute mini rock opera about one corner of Manchester (“We travelled in from Wigan, and we journeyed in from Leigh,/And we headed straight for Poundland, in our hands just 50p.”). And I used to think shopping was boring…