the heat is on

My southern friends may not understand this, but it is 15 degrees out there now, and as the wife said over the coffee and cream of wheat "the heat is on". I am sure that one day soon spring will arrive in central New York state.
Here's that song bouncing around in my head now by Glenn Fry. I can't say I like it, but it is catchy, and you sit there wondering "that's quite a mullet on the sax player, is that a man? A woman??????".