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Every so often, just about everyone will find an “ear worm”, a particular song that bores its way so completely into whatever bits of your brain are responsible for storing and collating tunes that it takes days — sometimes weeks — to work its way back out again.

Sometimes, a one of these ear worms sticks around so long that it comes to define a period of your life, tying itself directly or obliquely into handfuls of memories and recollections from that particular time. Sargasso Trio’s “Heels on Fire” did this for me, last spring…and for a number of reasons.

First, story. I mean, the history of this band is great. They met, of all places, in a village brass band, in Norwich, England. Not just any kind of brass band, though…a samba brass band. And this origin definitely — and deliciously — makes itself known in the sound of this song.

Next, tone. I love danceable, catchy music that has both a toe-tapping beat, and a sense of joy, whimsy, and energy. “Heels on Fire” has all of those things, in spades. You often hear it said, and in this case it’s completely true: if you can listen to this song and not in some way dance (or at least move semi-rhythmically), you are dead. Also, I don’t want to know you.

Last (and this is more of a footnote than anything else), it has a kind of adorable video. While I’m sure some people may find it offensive, I will simply let the YouTube poster’s brief description do the talking: “Man freaks out to ‘Heels On Fire’, leaving beautiful shapes and colours wherever he goes.”

And really, how can you not love a song whose video can be so described?

I watch you shake it ’round the room,
Out the window, to the moon.
Everyone here would like a piece of you;
I’m just interested in the way you move.

Sometimes it takes a little push
To get some movement in your tush.
But it’s all worth it when the crowd applauds,
And you just shake your ass and thank the Lord!