There are better ways to bring attention to yourself in a bar than shouting "whoooooooooo!" at the top of your lungs. Not only is it annoying for everybody else it is also a good girl repelent.
My whole dancing repertoire is firmly based in late 80s-mid 90s pop. It's an amalgamate of Michael Jackon, (pre-copious dick grabbing) MC Hammer, Vanilla Ice and C & C Music Factory.