In the early 1980s shadowy blonde Kathleen Turner was a one-woman recipe for spontaneous combustion. Take that whiskey voice and the dangerously hot sparks that shot off from her sparkling, sex-ready eyes and cross them with the electrified erotic vibrancy of her bedroom athlete's nates and TNT-tipped titties. All Kathleen had to do was light a match, and bang!: Sexplosion. It's no coincidence that this sizzling vixen's first major appearance was in a movie called Body Heat (1981). She climbed on top and rocked her buttocks in a high-temperature hump scene, the mercury rising in her nipples so that they protruded an extra inch. That sweat running down the crack of her backside? It's the proof of the theory of hot fusion put into action.