As she stands there singing for money

You hear these stories all the time. A young woman from Philly is minding her own business, living her life, studying computer science at Howard University.
She has simmering ambitions to write and perform music. But doesn't quite know which way to go. Soul? R&B? Hmm...she's not a really strong singer like that. Dance music?
Maybe...but that's not really getting a lot of people excited in the DC Area. She gets a job working for the extremely busy D.C. Parole Board. She shops her demo around. It's got a house music flavor to it but no one's interested. This is is the District after all. Land of Go-Go, concealed weapons and white Reeboks.
A couple guys from Baltimore -- they call themselves the Basement Boys -- eventually get a hold of her demo. They're the only people to call her back and demonstrate interest in doing their own mix of it and Yada Yada Yada. There you have it. "Gypsy Woman" by Crystal Waters.
This song absolutely OWNED the dance clubs in 1991.
Actually come to think of it. You don't really hear these stories all the time...