That it did for sure, though it wasn’t played like Heat Wave.
Sidenote .. my cavorting summertime youth was spent at the RI shore, with a close group of regulars, including a lovely couple who owned the guesthouse
where we gals stayed every weekend, John and Mimi Maccione.
John’s brother, Jimmy, whom I’d met, was supposedly a well known maitre ‘d/ concierge type, get-you-anything kinda guy .. possibly in NYC ... and we
were were led to believe that Jimmy Mack was written for him, so we had a special affinity for it.