Red Hot (Debbie Gibson Song)
Red Hot is a song written by Deborah Gibson and published by Creative Bloc Music, Ltd. in 1986 (rights now administered by Music Sales Corporation (ASCAP)). This song appeared on two Atlantic albums worldwide: the studio album Debbie Gibson – Out of the Blue (Atlantic LP 81780); and the soundtrack Fatal Beauty – Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (Atlantic LP 81809). Produced by John Morales and Sergio Munzibai for Another M+M Production Inc., arranged by Gibson and Morales, engineered by Peter Sturge and mixed by Morales, this track first went to retail as the B-side to Atlantic 89149 and DM 86641 "Donna Allen - Make It My Night."
In 1988, WEA Philippines released this song as a single (Atlantic Philippines ATR-0357) coincidentally with "Staying Together" (Atlantic 89033) in North America, Europe, Japan and Australia; the B-side is "Fallen Angel" (3:43), another album track on Out of the Blue. Atlantic Records UK released this song as B-side to the United Kingdom release of "Staying Together" (Atlantic UK A9020).
| "Red Hot" | ||||
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| Single by Debbie Gibson | ||||
| from the album Out of the Blue | ||||
| A-side | "Red Hot" (Vocal/3:55) | |||
| B-side | "Fallen Angel" (Vocal/3:43) | |||
| Released | 1988 | |||
| Format | 7" vinyl (ATR-0357, PHI) | |||
| Genre | Dance-pop | |||
| Length | 3:58 | |||
| Label | Atlantic | |||
| Debbie Gibson singles chronology | ||||
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