"Feel the Heat of the Night" is a song recorded by German Eurodance band Masterboy. It was one of the singles from its album Different Dreams and band's fifth charted single. It achieved success in many countries, particularly in France where it was a number two hit and stayed on the top 50 for 26 consecutive weeks, and in the band's country-home, Germany, where it was for four weeks in the top ten.
It was re-released in remix versions in 2003 and 2006, but was much less successful. The artwork of the remixes used the same picture made by Günther Blum, but with different colours (orange, blue). The vocals are performed by Trixi Delgado.
"Feel the Heat of the Night" is Masterboy's most successful single and is generally deemed as one of band's signature songs.
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