Y'know what, the creepiest aspect of portable air conditioning units, the one's that hang out of windows, is that they are like sweat glands for buildings. They pour "sweat" out their "pores" to ensure your "body" maintains a comfortable temperature.
Sweat is synonymous with dirty discos, which is exactly where you'd hear "Delirio Italiano" being given airtime. Considering the song's name it's awfully hard not to imagine a couple of Italian men with thin gold chains wagging about the club.
I miss clubs for music exactly like this, for all of the other reasons though, I don't miss them.