The Demise of the Soul Album

It is on pleasant autumn days such as this that I wantonly miss the good old days of music: Soul albums.
To be more specific, the texture and warm feel of a vinyl record that produces soulful sounds. I miss linear notes. I miss the cover art, big and bold colors that were as much a part of the music as the sonic impressions coming out of the speaker.
Now we have cold, electronic, digital files.
They sound clear and all, but they don't have the "warmth" of a fuzzy needle. It's like seeing an awesome picture of the moon in full resolution (CD), and actually being on top of a mountain gazing into the night sky (record).
There's simply some sensory perpection missing.
Man, I miss the soul album.