This time we're on the dance floor; the horns blow and the rhythms move your hips, working little-used muscles. The floor is parquet, perfume and smoke fill your nostrils, the only light comes from torches whose flames cast heat and dark shadows which crawl across your partner's face. On this reissue from her (and mambo music's) heyday during the 1950's, Yma sizzles and sears, on songs written by South American composer Moses Vivanco and arranged by Billy May. More fun and exciting than should be legal... Once you listen, Yma fever will grab hold and never let go; you have been warned!

Sumac,Yma