How about another non-cliche surf song? Santana "Samba Pa Ti" - before it got played at nearly every wedding you ever went to...
The key was the Hammond organ and the *spinning Leslie speakers* that put the whole thing into perspective sitting on the sand. Wow.
Again - as a kid I'd hear this wafting down the beach from somebody else's system a few hundred yards away, or on my 9v transistor radio. The waves of sound just slightly shifting as the wind and temperature changed just a hair...
The cool beach breeze, the goddess-like girlfriends of the surfers which I would later take interest in, maybe the smell of a little Ban-de-Soleil lotion here and there. Sometimes that funky burny papery smell, but it wasn't incense. It wasn't trash. What IS that burning smell?
Right along with Dylan, Carlos Santana is always my go-to for closing my eyes and going back to that time - too young to have any troubles or cares ...