1932 in Music - Top Hit Records

Top Hit Records

  • "All of Me" by Louis Armstrong & His Orchestra; also version by Paul Whiteman & His Orchestra
  • "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?" – Bing Crosby; also version by Rudy Vallee
  • "Delishious" by Nat Shilkret and the Victor Orchestra, vocal Paul Small
  • "The Flies Crawled Up the Window" by Jack Hulbert
  • "Got The South In My Soul" by Paul Robeson
  • "How Deep Is the Ocean?" by Ethyl Merman, accompanied Nat Shilkret and the Victor Orchestra
  • "I Can't Get Mississippi Off My Mind" by Billy Cotton Band
  • "In A Shanty In Old Shanty Town" by Ted Lewis & His Band
  • "Love Is The Sweetest Thing" by Al Bowlly
  • "Love Me Tonight" by Jeanette MacDonald
  • "Mad Dogs And Englishmen" by Noël Coward
  • "Mah Lindy Lou" by Paul Robeson
  • "Ooh That Kiss" by Frances Day
  • "Please" by Bing Crosby
  • "Say It Isn't So" by George Olsen & His Music
  • "The Thrill Is Gone" by Rudy Vallee
  • "Was That the Human Thing To Do?" by The Boswell Sisters
  • "Where the Blue of the Night (Meets the Gold of the Day)" by Bing Crosby
  • "The Younger Generation" by Ray Noble and Al Bowlly

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