The Nogales, AZ public library had a few decent records when I was a kid: David Bowie's Scary Monsters,
Wait, actually that's it. Everything else in there sucked. There was a copy of Red Octopus by Jefferson Starship, Wasp by Shaun Cassidy, and Flash Cadillac's Sons of the Beach. It was terrible. Still, I would always browse through the LPs whenever my mother took me there in the hopes of finding something good.
Later on they got a copy of Patti Smith's Dream of Life, which was even worse than her seventies records, and cassette copies of The Story of The Clash and Kate Bush's The Sensual World. Oh, yah -- I later found a copy of the John Cage / Harry Partch split on New World Records.
But they did subscribe to Option, Spin, and a bunch of literary magazines like Zyzzyva that made an impression on me when I was really young. Their copy of the Raw Magazine collection Read Yourself Raw burned itself into my eyeballs at a very young age. Also: biographies of Prince, Bowie, and U2.
I cherish these memories of the pre-Internet age.