Gary Numan should be very upset. Very upset. On hearing the bassline of this song, if you don't start singing “Here in my car, I feel safest of all” then you're a better man than I.
“Paris Is Burning” is the sounds of an 80s child who was locked in an 80s bedroom, tied to an 80s chair, forced to listen to the 80s radio for 24 hours a day in some kind of gross human rights abuse. If you didn't get it from that overlong metaphor, this song is very 1980s.
This is most definitely not a bad thing. As cheesy as the chorus sounds, and it whiffs of mature cheddar, it is very catchy, and very lovely. A pastiche it may be, but it is pastiche at its very very best. A glorious unashamed pop tune of the highest order.