Your nerves are just like jumpin' jacks, Max.
I finally ran to the desktop and looked the song up when I heard the Doubletree ad yesterday morning. This song is older than I am, but it demonstrates all the thing I miss in music. I miss the brass section, I miss sassiness without sluttiness, and I miss raw recording. You can hear Dinah Washington smile when she sings. Here's a sample on Amazon.
I'm off to find a copy of this recording. Wallyworld offered only one DW track, and it wasn't this one.
This sounds like good music to Wren to.